I'm feeling a little abrasive at the moment towards the general public. It probably wasn't wise therefore, for me to brave the supermarket on a busy Saturday afternoon. Maybe it was the thug baseball cap I was wearing - who knows. But I certainly had (to quote my mother) a cob on with a lady at the till. She had stuck her trolley into mine and rammed it further down the till, and then couldn't wait for me to pack my stuff on the self-scan tills, so I may have been a tiny bit rude with her. In fact, more than a tiny bit........
Today I have a dilemma - England Match or Canadian Grand Prix? Decisions decisions....
EDIT: thank god for no penalty shoot out - I could have watched both (had I not fallen asleep through the race)
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