My mum bought me a dairy milk and it was £1.50! Like hello!!

It’s cheaper for galaxy then it is for dairy milk

Both my parents died over the Christmas period (two separate incidents and 3 weeks apart.) Yes I have excellent luck.

Finally after 40+ years of parental trauma and then this, I took the advice of everyone and sought out a counsellor from a reputable source.

First meeting they had tech issues meaning they kept freezing. No bother. It was only an introductory session and these things happen.

Today, turns up five minutes late citing tech issues. Their camera perpetually turns on and off so it’s really jarring in the conversation and then I can repeatedly hear quite loud and distracting noise in the background. Ask what the noise is and told it’s “Bluey.”

Right ok. Well don’t you think that you should be in a quiet professional space in order to do this and if that’s not possible, at least give me a heads up? If a kid is present in the room, they are not going to be able to speak freely so it stunts the entire thing. It’s also fucking distracting when I’m opening up to a complete stranger.

Made worse by me needing to go on time expecting them to acknowledge I was owed an additional 5 minutes for their lateness and all I get is “it’s fine, the session is over anyway.” That’ll be fifty quid please 🤬

See title.

I think the only household I've lived in with a UK shaver plug was my parents and even that was custom installed in an early 2000s refurb. I only ever see the shaver sockets in hotels. I don't get why we have this standard still.

I should preface this by saying I'm in my 40s and probably out of touch. But I can't help but be disturbed by the current fashion in footwear.

I'm talking about these monstrosities of course.

When I were a lad, these trainers would've got you bogflushed, and rightly so. They're fat foreign tourist shoes, for orthopaedic purposes. They look like padded pig trotters. They're obscene. And I refuse to believe it's because I'm getting old.

Who's with me?

Every financial institution I deal with keeps increasing its "security measures", a response to the consumer campaigns that have made these companies reimburse people who fall for scams.

Now as well as the tedious TFA (which incidentally means these businesses have to hold more of my data, making me less secure), they each require an annual identity check, which can only be done using their own particular app. And woe betide you if you don't have an up to date passport....

If another person asks me i may scream. I barely like it when life is rosy!

Normally, two cars can fit through between the parked cars without much issue. These two cars, one of which is a pick-up truck and the other is some fancy Bentley, are making it hard for even just one car to get through. Whoever arrived second chose to park there, rather than further up the car park where there are loads of spaces.

I’m working in my home office and listening to her tidy up the kitchen a bit for the professional cleaners that we hire once every three months lest they judge us poorly.

Back row of the Royal Circle for the show Stereophonic. Its meant to be an amazing play but my god, I could have paid £133 and still have some tall person in front of me ruin it.

And I really, really hope I haven't accidently bought a ticket to see the Stereophonics.

There's plenty of things to love about this country, but for me I can't bear winter. Genuinely would like to move to somewhere like Spain or at least Southern France, somewhere in a similar time zone as the UK (to keep touch easily) that doesn't get cold and dark. The seasonal depression is real!

This has happened with my last 4 returns to BT and EE, every time they threaten a massive bill for the missing routers, until you give them the post office tracking number then it’s magically appeared.

Not your ordinary tv license rant. Love it (really?), hate it, want it abolished or changed, regardless of your feelings, trying to pay it these last 4 days has been nigh on impossible.

“Sorry the website is unresponsive”. Ok, refresh… “Sorry the website is unresponsive”.

Refresh. Please enter your details… so I copy and paste the license number “sorry that’s not correct”, check no white spaces have copied over “sorry that’s not correct”. Delete everything and manually type it in. Login, “Sorry the website is unresponsive”. Refresh.

Get in numerous refreshes later, go to pay and make payment…“Sorry the website is unresponsive”. Don’t refresh and wait a while, money disappears from my account but no confirmation screen or email… 3 days later payment is returned.

Now to try it all again…

Cheapest Center Parcs in the UK I could find for half term is £2900 for a family of 4.

Booked one in Europe for £740, £255 for Eurotunnel. Still saved nearly £2000.

Honestly, European Center Parcs are usually 1/3 - 1/4 of the price to UK Center Parcs, well worth the huge cost saving and you get to go abroad!

It has long and short stay. You drive past a short stay that clearly says enforced to 6pm. Going into long stay it says enforced 24/7 in smaller print.

My bad, but bet a lot fall into that trap. No way to speak to anyone beyond a letter which will end up doubling the fine by the time it's dealt with. Ho hum.

Irks me more than it should.

Damn Americanisms...

("coupla [something]" would be perfectly acceptable)

Checked the batch numbers, and they match. Now I'm debating whether or not to tell the staff. If they take it off sale I'll be forced to drink John Smith's, which I'd really rather not do. But if I keep drinking this there's a chance I may be drinking glass that will shred my insides. It's a dilemma.

“I was just bored I’ve been stuck in all day but I feel awful” Well thanks mister, now I’m gonna get flu too. I’m sorry you were bored but stay in your effin house. I asked could I open the window and he said no he’s cold. So I’m trapped in an enclosed space with him for 30 minutes, no way I’m not gonna catch it. I never give anyone low ratings because it’s their livelihood, but I’m so annoyed! (He also had road rage the whole way, idk if that was because he’s sick or just how he is).

Obviously could apply anywhere, but visiting a supermarket when hungry, regardless of having a shopping list or not, I immediately become an absolute sucker for price deals and buying snacks.

Thoughts of sensible spending or meal prep go out the window, I just want to eat now!

Everything is just a constant stream of paying for extras. Even now with basics of insurance cover, the base price no longer really fully insures the car 😂

sorry jannet it’s not as valuable as you think it is…

If anyone has seen my food bin, may I have it back please? I am in Bournemouth but it might be in Southampton by now.

Every day someone in the collective puts a bottle in the fridge that seems to be fine, but after a couple of hours it’s leaking. I’m all for the environment, but the design is sht…

(I love thick gravy, and a lot of it)

Why does it always seem to take longer than necessary to settle the bill in restaurants.

Ok maybe not always, but it often seems to be such an effort to actually pay for your bill after your meal in restaurants.

Always strikes me as a bit odd that the service suddenly becomes non-existent when you’re trying to provide the actual payment, which is surely when the restaurant is at most risk to people walking out, particularly as you’ve already had the food and service by then.

It’s also when you’re most likely to be leaving a tip, however I often find myself not doing this when the service becomes so poor at the end of the meal. It also sometimes ruins the overall experience, again at a key time where the customer is likely to remember the experience and may potentially influence reviews left as well.

Why do restaurants seemingly not want to get paid.

Most of them are new cars too so I would expect them to have automatic headlights. Do some car makers not put the lights in when it rains during the day?

Going through a few medical issues at the moment, and meeting lots of doctors. Last week, I met a new consultant for the first time, and the consultant wrote a letter to my GP.

The letter described my medical condition, then goes on to say that “On examination, LondonPilot has some central adiposity…”

He could have just said I’m fat. I know I’m fat. He knows I’m fat. My GP knows I’m fat. It would have saved me having to google what “adiposity” means!