The Monday Peeve: A Hard Act to Follow

Paula Light hosts The Monday Peeve – an opportunity to let rip and have a good old rant.
There’s a weekly topic, but you’re free to vent about whatever displeases you.


Either I have fat fingers, someone is trying to tell me something, or WordPress is an enormous git.

Odd things are afoot because I apparently keep “unfollowing” people. Every day is turning into a bizarre game of hunt-the-slipper. And after that, a re-follow frenzy of those who were expunged.

This is so annoying. And I can only apologise for freaking any of you out with what must appear to be a creepy, cyberstalking act of gaslighting.

I swear I am being very careful with my chubby little digits, and I’m sure if some of you were trying to tell me something: you’d just do it. So…

WordPress: J’accuse!

TMP32: And Breathe…

Paula Light hosts The Monday Peeve – an opportunity to let rip and have a good old rant. There’s a weekly topic, but you’re free to vent about whatever displeases you.

I really have been a grumpy old bag today, and here are some of the things that had me tutting like a deranged kangaroo:

🔴 The Your System Detected Some Unusual Activity scam asking me to click on pictures of bicycles while hackers steal all my data.

🔴 Chain messages.

🔴 Unruly children: parks are for screaming, wrestling and playing, not supermarkets.

🔴 People who answer their mobiles (cells) on speakerphone.

🔴 Wet handles on toilet doors.

🔴 People who throw rubbish from moving cars.

🔴 Making a soothing cup of cocoa only to find you put salt in it rather than sugar.

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TMP31: A Salt with a Deadly Weapon

Paula Light hosts The Monday Peeve – an opportunity to let rip and have a good old rant. There’s a weekly topic, but you’re free to vent about whatever displeases you.


The husband went up on the roof today with one of our ex-pat friends to fix a leak around the chimney (or chimley as I always say) stack.

This turned into a spectator sport because every male in the street appeared and began offering advice. Another ladder was hoisted aloft, and three of them joined the party on the roof. But this is not the peeve today. That happened after they mended the leak.

They all trouped into the yard and indicated something to eat and drink wouldn’t go amiss. Being a good hostess, I wheeled out the beer and Rakia and knocked up some salad. Nothing grand, a dish of pickled peppers, fresh cucumber in apple cider vinegar, and a tomato salad. Using the last of our home-grown veg, I should add.

One member of the impromptu dinner party took a mouthful of the tomato salad and disappeared down into the garden. He came back with a handful of parsley, which he tore up and threw in the bowl of tomato.

I watched with gritted teeth as this bloody heathen trashed my lovingly prepared balsamic vinegar and basil-infused delight of tomatoes with lemon juice and mozzarella. Apparently, the only herb to put with tomato is parsley: nothing else will do.

Then he decided the food wasn’t salty enough for his tastes and added a ton of the ruddy stuff. Not only to his dish but all the bowls on the table. He sat back with a look of joy while the rest of the group winced and refused second helpings.

The final nail in the coffin for this man ever being invited back to my house was his insistence on dipping his bread straight in the ramekin of salt and eating it.

Miguel de Cervantes said it is a true saying that a man must eat a peck of salt with his friend before he knows him. Well, this guy at my table should have friends pouring out of his arse. But he didn’t make any today.

Maybe the quote needs an amendment? Something like: providing you don’t ruin the host’s food by pickling it in salt.

TMP30: Just Another Manic Monday!

Paula Light hosts The Monday Peeve – an opportunity to let rip and have a good old rant. There’s a weekly topic, but you’re free to vent about whatever displeases you.


Clicking on an article only to have it ask me to set up an account before I can read the wretched thing.

Scrolling through someone’s life history just to get to the on-line recipe. Sorry, love, I’m sure your grandmother was an amazing woman, but she’s not my family, and we aren’t friends (virtual or otherwise), so STFU.

Autocorrect – thank you for turning Kind Regards into Kind Retards.

The never-ending cycle of Windows Updates: Do not turn off your computer, do not leave the room, and don’t think of doing anything productive for the next half an hour.

The happy ten minutes faffing about in Settings to disable all the crap the updates re-enabled for me.

Followed by the Blue Screen of Death. Twice.

And this one really made my day…

Forgetting to wash my hands before going to the toilet after chopping hot chillies.

TMP26: Stormy Weather

Paula Light hosts The Monday Peeve  – an opportunity to let rip and have a good old rant. There’s a weekly topic, but you’re free to vent about whatever displeases you.


According to WordPress, I am on a 31 Day Streak (yay!). But if I don’t post something in the next ten minutes, the weather will break my run of daily posts (grrr!).

This should not be something to weep about, but it is peeving me off a treat.

A storm is coming in, the rumbles of thunder are moving ever closer, and the darkening clouds are beautifully lit up with both forked and sheet lightning. Already big ploppy blobs of rain are falling.

Nature at its finest.

Shame the lights in the house are flashing on and off as if a higher power is sending me a Morse code message. I suspect it reads: Batten down the hatches and get the candles out. Because storms and power cuts go together like love and marriage here in rural Bulgaria.

But this will not stop me from reaching Day 32.

And today’s valuable lesson? Like a good boy scout, I should be prepared. Always have a few backup posts scheduled to go.