Talking of complaints

Sometimes it's just fun to have a rant together with friends. Often over the shortcomings and difficulties of getting on with people; spouses, children, dogs, neighbours, employers,the doctor, the staff at the local shop, those kinds of people.
You know, like we often do on blogs.
Funny thing though. Over the years I've noticed that quite often the person under the microscope sounds a lot like me. That is to say, if my friends lived with me they'd have much the same things to say about me as they do about their spouses, children, er, not their dogs* though.
So what's going on? I make friends of people who share their lives with people** like me? all people do the same infuriating things and then complain about other people doing those same things?
Well and then I say (trying to be slightly honest and objective) "er, actually, I do that" and they say "Oh but it's different"
What? It's different when it's me? I don't do it to them (only to my spouse, children, doctor, er, not the dog though). It's different because I have an excuse?
It's all a bit related to that old saying about looking in the mirror if you want to see what really pisses you off (I'm not sure about the exact wording, it's been reworded a few times over the centuries).

Ah well. Maybe it's time to look closely at things.
But not to think too much.
I hope all your friends are as nice as mine are.
Sleep well :)

* Of course my dog does lots of the things they don't like other people's dogs doing.
**I mis-spelled that pwople. I think I may add pwople to the dictionary. It's completely baffled spell checker and I like it. I wonder what it means.

A letter of complaint is a lovely thing

And we make a specially lovely one today.
Decorated with a picture of the hole in our pebble dashing (and you know, if I do a picture it'll be a lovely one). Accompanied by a lengthy and detailed description of phone calls made and responses received and worded as only Barney knows how (then transcribed and much improved by me).

In triplicate.

That'll teach them!

It took ages!

So did this but I feel it was worth it. The sky was all flat and white so I added another, more interesting one. It's the cutting out of the tiny bits in between leaves that takes the time (even after using all photoshop's lovely magic selection tools there are always a hundred flecks of the wrong colour left floating around).
As for the fiddle, it's calling me.
Learning all the tiny notes in between the big plain ones is what takes the time...but it's got to be worth it?

And I've got GB from 3.30 till 5.30 tomorrow. Oh that will be fun. She'll be leading Grandma a merry dance or few.