I’m turning into a middle aged, bitter lady. You know those types that complain about everything.
If they eat dinner somewhere the service is rubbish or the food is not enough seasoned and god forbid people show public affection, that should be conducted in ones home. Not to mention loud music played in the evenings or kids with the trousers hanging half way down their asses.
I don’t really mind the above but today I was having a VERY angry discussion in my head about the people cycling on the pavements. That is not allowed. And don’t get me started on the family going three next to each other so I couldn’t pass. Haven’t their mum taught them anything? (obviously not since she was with them. Poor kids, no upbringing to talk about.)