Do you know what really gets my goat?

A shepherd.

Okay, enough awful humour (courtesy of Joe Pasquale!).

I was wandering round a supermarket yesterday. Why do people choose to organise and carry out their social lives in these establishments?

All I want to do is walk round and pick up my bread and milk in an orderly and efficient manner, without obstruction or distraction...

But no... My path is frequently blocked by three, four or sometimes five people stood having a chat, and taking up the whole aisle while they're at it.

Now, if I were one of these people, common sense would tell me that the guy stood in the middle of the aisle looking at them impatiently is doing so because he wants to get past, because he wants to get his shopping done and go home. Obviously common sense evaded these people, and instead I have to take a detour round fresh veg which is brimming with "genuine" shoppers, and so takes me even longer than it should!

Oh, it's the little things...

Well so far Birmingham is treating me well. Except the house I'm sharing got broken into on Thursday. And the fool only took the Cable TV viewing card.

How frustrating...

Chat soon all, take care

R x