I woke up this morning feeling decidely out of sorts...you know when you snap and snarl and want to be left alone and then when you are left alone you're cross?
It's stopped being boiling hot...now it's raining. Not a nice pleasant gentle rain...this is a hammering down with spite rain that's flattening my flowers and making the rose petals go brown and knocking the willow tree branches over so they lean on you and drip icy cold water down the back of your neck...

We went grocery shopping which never lightens my mood at the best of times what with getting irritated seeing Potty Penny leafing through Hello magazine and the old men who stink of silage buying white pan loaves and a lump of pig and a hard hearted cabbage who cheerfully prod the fresh fruit scones with revolting grubby forefingers...and heaven only know where their fingers have been...and there's loads of special offers on Chappatti flour 'cos it's Ramadan and we haven't any special offers on self-raising flour and I think that's a bit mean...

And the poor girls who work on the ham and sandwich counter are rushed off their feet 'cos the lads who are building the by-pass come in and want enormous rolls filled with rashers and cheese and salad and chips and further down a woman wanting a bit of fresh Cod is heaving heavy sighs and tapping her fingers really close to the ice...don't know where her fingers have been lately either. And there's no-one serving on the meat counter and all I wanted was a couple of slices of lambs liver for Himself...

Then...when I finally reach the off-licence and go to get my cheap bottles of wine...what do I find! They've increased in price by two feckin' Euro! And there was another woman standing there looking positively forlorn and she said it simply wasn't fair...we have little enough she said...in the way of treats...when we reach our age...and I thought speak for yourself, but didn't say it 'cos she looked about my age anyway but being cross made me imagine I was younger...then she said it might actually be cheaper to develop a taste for Whiskey and Soda 'cos you wouldn't drink as much as wine would you? And I did raise a crooked sort of smile and said that actually I'd probably just drink more Whiskey...speaking personally of course...we both wandered off then to see which washing powder was on offer.

I went to Jurgita's check-out and she was snappy as well and when I said I liked her nails which are about a foot long with pretty bits on them and asked were they her's and she replied...Huh...I should be so lucky! and then we both laughed and stuffed pasta and biscuits and such- like into bags and I'd be willing to bet she's made a mistake somewhere with the final total 'cos it wasn't as much as I thought it was going to be...so that cheered me up.