Everyone has their pet hates; things they can’t stand in people. For me it’s hypocrisy. This is based from a traumatic childhood but I’m usually quite calm about it. However, this really got my back up today and annoyed and upset me. And I’m now typing about this, sat in a very nice but ridiculously short dress, when I should be tucked up in bed, watching Downton Abbey.
This could end up at the moment being a very self-justified rant of ‘sort yourself out or get out of my life’- ness. In my head at the moment is a little, impish character running around screaming ‘how dare you do this to me!’ I’m going to try and calm myself down and post a blog I should have done a while ago, but was trying to be sensitive about, so didn’t.
I’m fed up of treading on egg shells now.
