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13th Mar, 2003

Ok, so being here is starting to get to me...



Yesterday was a prime example of why...

I'm sat in my room, on my bed, working away with pen and paper. I'm concencentrating because I'm working on codey-stuff... doing some design for a program I'm rewriting cos the old version is kinda buggy in places, doesn't do everything I want and is a sod to extend....

Anyway, worky, worky, worky... and in comes Daddy-Dearest.... "I need your help with something."

Not even, "Could you give me a hand with something?" I mean, I don't necessarily expect him to say "please could you help me with something if you're not too busy?" I'm not *that* big a fool, but he walked in, demanded assistance, then walked out before I even got chance to say "I'm busy at the moment, can you hang on five?".

*Then* he come back in, "Are you *going* to come do this?!?"

I *mean*!!! That just galled me *no* end... because I don't immediately drop something I've been working on for the past hour and jump to his assistance, he drop a sarcastic prod on me...

And the best part is; all he wanted was the hairline around the nape of his neck trimming... there was no fire, no-one was in imminent danger of death and we didn't need to hunt down the nearest bomb-shelter for fear of low-flying mis-guided military types...

Two other peaves....

1st, when I moved back here, I was told, pretty much on Pain Of Death, that if I cooked, I was required to clear my dishes, wash them and make sure I cleaned the top of the cooker. I have *absolutely* no problem with this; except maybe that he felt he had to point this out in such a stupidly extravagent manner. *HOWEVER* the bit that galls me and really pisses me off is that the same rule doesn't apply if *HE* is the one cooking and leaving the hob in a state; he leaves it with gravy splatters and grease all over it... I mean *YUCK*! And yet if *I* do that, I'll get bollocked out the door...!

And 2nd, again, when I moved in, Pain Of Death declaration; don't put anything on the mule-post at either end of the stairs and don't drape anything over the banister. Now, again, no problem - the place has just been decorated and it's all nice and new shiny paint. Again, there's a *HOWEVER*... I was working outside the other day in the rain. I finished, came in and hung my coat on the kitchen door to dry... like, over the end of it. I come down a few hours later and it's hung on the stupid mule post. Hypocrisy strikes again :-(