So what will it be this year; Ordering online where you've got no idea when things will turn up, even if the seller gives you an "estimated" delivery date, or an overcrowded shopping centre where everyone is so full of the Christmas spirit they'd happily barge you out of the way, or mow you down with a push-chair, to buy some overpriced perfume.

Bah, humbug!

How can you have a half pint for over an hour and STILL not be finished with it?

How long until it's acceptable to just lock up, go home and leave them stranded in the garden?

Send help.

I won but considering how much it cost I feel the victory was somewhat pyrrhic.

Hi

Last year i bought some lights thinking they were normal Christmas lights, forgot about them for a few weeks and didn't get to use them. Then when i came to put them up i realised they were for a twinkle line tree which is on a kind of maybe stand. They attach with a ring attached to the lights at the top of the pole and then are hooked into the ground at the bottom. Not sure why they didn't come with a pole but i can't seem to find a 'maypole' type stand for them, unless it's called something completely different (although have seen them called this)

They're Laura Ashley lights and they don't seem to do it anymore so can't ask them. Any ideas? Link to the type of stand i'm after.

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My wife gets a LOT of shit delivered via Evri and the usual driver just leaves it on the well lit porch sheltered from the elements.

No, not this one who didn't even bother to ring the doorbell but came round the back of the house and dumped it in a dark exposed corner near the back door.

Mrs only realised when she looked at the proof of delivery photo.

Whst goes through these people's heads? They actively made extra work for everyone.

Basically the title. Sainsburys haven't had proper hard lids on their small 500g pots of yogurt for some time now, just the plastic film. This means you have no way to cover the yogurt after opening it, and they frequently get busted In your bag. They've also stopped handing out paper copies of the receipt with the shopping. Bags I understand, that was a waste of plastic. But give me a fucking receipt so I actually have a list of what's arrived and don't have to call up asking.

Done even get me started on the mince meat.

On my way to work, when a lorry driver decides to merge into me from behind potentially writing my car off.

It was a mint Ford Fiesta ST3 with basically no mileage. So I'll be out of pocket probably.

To make matters worse, the guy didn't speak any English whatsoever. My insurance said they couldn't even give me a courtesy car, until my car goes in for repairs.

So I'm currently in contact with an accident repair centre. All while working 55+ hours a week.

Fml.

Also my washing machine broke down :(

Listen, you’ll have loads of time to run when your WFH job is outsourced to India. Mostly running to the Jobcentre or… running to the food bank.

Also, stop using The Coral and get your own damn music

Edit: some people seem to think im anti WFH. Thats not the case. Really im just annoyed at 1. How dogshit Indeed is as a website, 2. That stupid posh lady who likes running and 3. Ruining good music in the process, couldnt you have used proper coworker music like Coldplay instead?

You barely see any malteasters or galaxy chocolate(solid). I dont mind having a bounty or milky way. But when I open a tub, i expect equal distribution of all chocolates.

Because of "trespassers on the line". Now I have to drive 70 miles to Rugby to rescue my adult kids because they can't get home from the England match. Nobody is able to organise replacement buses so I'll be getting home around 1:30 am, if I'm lucky

Edit:- great news! The line has reopened allowing trains through to Birmingham! Unfortunately, they'll be getting in so late that there are no onward trains. I only have to drive to Birmingham but it will still be about 1:30am when we get home. C' est la vie 🤷

Edit: For clarification, looking up how to do something related to Facebook itself, not just anything. Who the hell goes to Facebook for tutorials?

I moved into my current little studio flat in January and all was cosy and energy efficient. Good insulation, nice new boiler etc. Then I had the heating off all through the summer. I went on holiday in September (a week in Paris; Richard Hawley gig was 'effing mint!') But when I returned I started to notice the MOLD! Mold everywhere, in the washing basket, in the corner of the kitchen ceiling, and worst of all: I had made one corner of the Studio room a little walk-in wardrobe with two clothes rails and a set of shelves. I had dozens of sweatshirts hung up, supposedly clean, but many of them had mold on the bellies, feeding on the microfats that don't wash out. Now I had to rewash almost all my clothes, which seemed to take weeks. And all the while putting out more moisture as half the time it is too cold and wet to dry outside.

So I finally gave in to buying a Dehumidifier. I switched it on and the entire room was 86%, and even after hours of running it seems to have hardly dropped. I thought in the morning, well I have been breathing out all night, I wonder what the outside humidity is, I can vent a little air and... Manchester typical humidity is 85%! What? Have I been living in a world of dampness for years? Am I doomed to have to run this thing forever? Is that still cheaper than having to rewash piles of clothes? Lord Entropy I will battle you and your trillion spores!

How exactly do people who work weekday get around this? I get why they do it but FFS, at least with Royal Mail you can go collect from sorting office or they may leave with a neighbour. Had to cancel an order from CPW yesterday because of this but it seems most phone companies use DPD

Weirdly the job you want me to have means I can't be around all day, all week, for viewings. And shouting down the phone at me won't change that!

Your job does not entitle you to push in front of everyone then heckle the staff thinking you're in with them like your local pub trying to get free stuff. No one gives a shit if the couple who ordered their food are too fucking lazy to walk the two minutes to the KFC for the Zinger bollock.

Is anyone else forced to use a Co-op for a semi-regular shop? The prices for some things are pure highway robbery (£12 for a tub of instant coffee? £9 for lurpak?) , and I can't help feeling a little deflated and ripped off as I once again walk away £35 lighter for a single f*cking bag of shopping.

I mean things like giving over too much thought as to whether to organise the icons on my phone by function or manufacturer or even maybe usage or some other criterion I have not to thought of. My primary worry throughout is if I were incapacitated and some friend were to look through my phone while managing my affairs they might be struck by how poorly it was organised. I was a milk monitor at school and they might feel I have not built on this foundation. Have I let everyone down by putting the Gemini app in the Interests folder even though I clearly have one marked Google.

Over the last few weeks, all of my parcels have been opened in some way before delivery. Either the envelope is prised open, there is a hole in the box, or there are signs of tampering. So far, the only parcels that have arrived intact are from Royal Mail. Is anyone else having the same problem? I assume it is Christmas lightfingers. Luckily, they hate my purchases. Has anyone else noticed the same problem?

Sports legend discloses terrible illness - some bloke who played three professional games of baseball thirty years ago 8000 miles away has osteoarthritis.

It's the day to put up the christmas lights that seemed comfortably far away in January when I last took them down, stuffed them into a box and threw them into the garage. I'm now confronted with a big ball of lights and untangling this mess is some Krypton Factor shit that I'm just not equipped to deal with.

I suspect the easiest way to deal with this would just be to throw them away and buy some more but I'm willing to give untangling them a go as long as the amount I would have earned by working for the time it takes to untangle them is less than the cost of replacing them.

So, while I fortify myself with a mug of strong Yorkshire tea and contemplate the bad life choices that have lead me to this point, does anyone have any tips for tackling the big ball of lights?

EDIT: 1 hour in and it's about half done. The small lights weren't too bad and I only swore a couple of times while getting them untangled but the icicle lights can do one.

EDIT2: Done! 2.5 hours in all. Note to self to buy some pringles before January.

Is there some guideline given to sellers to febreeze the daylights out of things before posting?

Surely I can't be the only one who's sick of Sara Davies and her omnipresence of seemingly any and every TV show in the UK?

It's a 2017 car (I'm not made of money), but unfortunately modern enough to be searing some retinas.

Now my feet hurt from walking in such bad pavement