Moan du jour

Well, it had to come......

Washing up liquid? We've run out, but you've got some upstairs in your room (for what reason I dread to think). So why d'you have to be so petty as to bring it down and then remove it upstairs again? A fatal misconception of the word houseshare, that man. And then the temerity to ask me whether I've paid the council tax. Do it yourself next time then, arsehole, instead of leaving it to me in the last week. Git. Git. Git. Git. Git. Git. Git. Git. Git. Git git. And I typed all of those by hand, which is the extent of my irritation. Someone please give me a slap and tell me to stop going on about it!