Me. I've made it through another year without:
killing the little white dog that lives at the end of the street and yaps constantly
killing the person at our local Morrisons who is incapable of ordering goods properly, leading to shelves being empty of basics
killing drivers who cut me up
killing people who think it's OK to talk loudly when they're walking home from the pub in the middle of the night
killing people who slam their car doors in the middle of the night
killing people who say 'Cheer up. It could be worse' when I'm in the depths of depression.
killing people who tell me I'll get better if I 'think happy thoughts'
killing queue jumpers
killing people who stand in front of children at events knowing that they're stopping the children from being able to see even though they could just as easily stand behind the children so that everyone could see
killing people who tell me that 'I need to get out more'....not easy with agoraphobia
killing people with annoying voices who always seem to speak louder than anyone else
killing bigots of whatever ilk
killing old people who complain constantly about young people and children
I could go on. I think I'm woman of the year because I've practiced such self control.
Nicola Sturgeon’s husband Peter Murrell re-arrested over SNP finances.
Nicola Sturgeon’s husband re-arrested
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic