AND ANOTHER THING! A place to post a moan about lifes minor irritations!

Yes, but there's a time to filter in. I am talking about the queue jumpers. We all know those who roar up the (usually empty by now) lane and then try to intimidate. I usually find people very good on slip roads.

Yes, I agree the roaring up the closing lane is intimidating.

Thanks nellie but what on earth is a rolling road block? Why do they feel entitled to stop traffic when the road ahead for a couple of miles was clear, and there were no hazards or lane closures? And why not have some sort of notice on a truck that explains if there is a need to do this, or have a police escort? Strange!

Think sometimes they use a rolling roadblock if there are repairs or cones being put out when

nellie I know about those, and have been held in highways traffic breaks when accidents are further ahead and officers need time to clear the road, but there have been a few when there have been no highways people or police, no cones being put out further on, and no explanation when I've phoned to enquire from police. I guess one might have coincided with petrol protests, but this has happened a few times now, and if trucks are protecting someone trying to gather speed after a problem navigating a steep hill, they would have no need to play cat and mouse in the outside/4th lane. The M62 is notorious for trucks intimidating drivers of small cars, tail-gating, and driving in convoys to control the road. It's always on the east-heading side between Swinton and Whitefield, and locals have speculated whether it's UK drivers trying to menace continental drivers who are heading back to Hull, but they try to stop all drivers getting past. Grrrr!

How can you tell on the M62?

How can you tell what Lily?

Lily

How can you tell that any of the nose-to-tail 24/7 heavy lorries on the M62 are deliberately being menacing.

I can't Lily. As I said its local speculation when we have been discussing this phenomenon.

Heavens! What a lot of posts!

I now have a couple more to add, namely shirts/blouses with insufficient length to tuck into your jeans properly (that cold draft one feels when bending down is most disconcerting!)

Postmen or brochure deliverers who don't put the items right through the letter box, leaving it slightly open, thereby letting out some of my expensive, oil fuelled heating!

(Mind you, the other week I had a moan when it was pushed right through and landed in a pile of cat poo that Lily had so carefully deposited on the mat. Of course I didn't discover this until I was opening the door from the outside , having returned from shopping, and in the process spreading the offending substance

That was some other Lily. With fur.

If you say so, Lily...

I'm glad of that Lily.

Oh dear, Lilygran ! I did not mean to cast nasturtiums on your toilet habits ! The Lily referred to is feline, with long white fur, huge green eyes, and incredibly long whiskers!

Sounds beautiful! Definitely not me, then.

However, Lilygran, you probably have less anti-social toilet habits than your namesake...

Beautiful, yes, but, has all the intellectual capacity of an amoeba. Last year I spent a happy hour thinking about the events that they each might choose for their Olympic entries.

Maurice was torn between Poncing About and the Intermediate Moulting, Clucky (now sadly gone) was considering the Senior Yowling and the Hurtling Between the Legs (Staircase) speciality event, and Lily was down for the "Neither Use nor Ornament" category. This is not a field or track event, more a windowsill one.

Back to the moans about little things, about 10 minutes ago I managed to cover an impressive amount of the kitchen in frozen sweetcorn.

phoenix

Isn't it nice that we are all so thoroughly in touch with our inner Victor Meldrew?

.....or Jenny Eclair!

Never mind your sweetcorn phoenix. I have been painting the dado in the hall a deep shade of red. Twice Fishpaste (senile cat) has paddled through the roller tray and trailed red paw prints the length of the hall, before being placed in a sink of warm water. She nearly made it a hat trick yesterday when she came out of the sitting room and clambered over my legs – I was kneeling on the floor – heading straight for to paint tray again. I just managed to scoop her up in time. However, this caused me to drop the roller which splashed red paint everywhere.

Oooooooh Absent! I'm sure cats do it deliberately

Are you tempted to lock the cats out while you're painting yet, absent?

She's very old Bags and it was pouring with rain and blowing a gale.