minor things that make you fume

February 7th 2022.


"You can also add what the Independent Office of Police Conduct said about Charing Cross Police station. It is one of the few police stations left in the City of Westminster, after Johnson closed many of them while Mayor of London, where residents can still go to a front desk. So hearing from the Office that the canteen culture from the 1970s and 1980s has not changed at all explains a lot about the policing of our City and in particularly Central London."

Time is up for the met, not just not fit for purpose, but an active recruitment agency for criminals and violent maniacs. The sooner gone and good riddance.
 

There I was at 4:30am, peacefully drifting dream to dream; Our older Fat Cat also deep in slumber, at the bottom of the bed, leaning against me to benefit from my bodyheat. Next thing Mrs P was backing over to my side of the bed at a fast rate and not for preferred reasons. Firstly, the Fat Cat got squashed between us both, too scared to run. Then I hear this squealing sound in the darkness from beyond the perimeters of the bed. You would have thought a rat had been stood on and was having the air pushed out of it like a bagpipe. Lights on and there is a cute Apex Predator sitting beside Mrs P's bedside with a huge bullfrog in her mouth....and its making this horrendous noise.

Just before she had a chance to blink/smile and look pretty (The Kitten, not Mrs P), my slipper hit her square. She dropped the frog in surprise. However, unperturbed, she picked up her squealing prize and ran out into the hall with a balding man with a pot belly chasing after her in his pants, with one slipper on. After a lap of the front spare bedroom, with me venting and gesticulating at her, she fled down the stairs with her squealing live toy. I Caught her at the Kitchen, scooped the 'pretending to be dead' Frog with the brush and pan and launched the squealing [Poor language removed] down the garden. As you have probably guessed by now, this was in no way the highlight of my bedtime. Then back to bed I went to stare at the ceiling for an hour.

She didn't find the frog again. She did catch a mouse though and left its dead headless corpse on the rug. Possibly as a threat to me if I ever take her Froggy away from her again.
 
met commissioner on bbc news live at 8:15am this morning.

he'll cough up the usual spiel, like that prick dick did, he ought to resign, he's had two and a half years to alter at least the recruitment of these career criminals into uniform, unless he is one as well of course...

You know what they say mate, you know your own tricks best. He won't resign, he's to arrogant
 

There I was at 4:30am, peacefully drifting dream to dream; Our older Fat Cat also deep in slumber, at the bottom of the bed, leaning against me to benefit from my bodyheat. Next thing Mrs P was backing over to my side of the bed at a fast rate and not for preferred reasons. Firstly, the Fat Cat got squashed between us both, too scared to run. Then I hear this squealing sound in the darkness from beyond the perimeters of the bed. You would have thought a rat had been stood on and was having the air pushed out of it like a bagpipe. Lights on and there is a cute Apex Predator sitting beside Mrs P's bedside with a huge bullfrog in her mouth....and its making this horrendous noise.

Just before she had a chance to blink/smile and look pretty (The Kitten, not Mrs P), my slipper hit her square. She dropped the frog in surprise. However, unperturbed, she picked up her squealing prize and ran out into the hall with a balding man with a pot belly chasing after her in his pants, with one slipper on. After a lap of the front spare bedroom, with me venting and gesticulating at her, she fled down the stairs with her squealing live toy. I Caught her at the Kitchen, scooped the 'pretending to be dead' Frog with the brush and pan and launched the squealing [Poor language removed] down the garden. As you have probably guessed by now, this was in no way the highlight of my bedtime. Then back to bed I went to stare at the ceiling for an hour.

She didn't find the frog again. She did catch a mouse though and left its dead headless corpse on the rug. Possibly as a threat to me if I ever take her Froggy away from her again.

Feed her a little bit of dry food before bed, worked for my cats
 
You know what they say mate, you know your own tricks best. He won't resign, he's to arrogant
Every arrest, every complaint through Charing cross should be fully reviewed and potential victims asked to come forward. Stick a few criminals in uniform away for 60 years and show a line in the sand to the rest of them hiding behind the protection of the uniform. Enough is enough.
No peace, fock* the police!
 
How many cats have you got and why? I also thought fat-cat had sunk its claws into your buttocks and that's where the steam whistle was emanating from.
I have 2. One is a 10 year old chonk that is scared of its own shadow. The 1 year old kitten takes her role far too seriously in my otherwise peaceful community. Nothing escapes her. Rodent/Bird/Amphibian....they all end back at my gaff in a various state of unalived.

Why? You don't have to pick up their dumps on a cold wet night in November when you'd rather be in front of the fire with your feet up. However, I did warn the family not to replace my 19 year old Tom Cat with a female. Females are hunters. As I'm considered bottom of the food chain in my own household, my views were ignored at the time. Now, I'm to blame for not stopping them getting the wee fluffy terrorist.
 
Im not even sure if it's minor or not but I hate hotel rooms where it's pretty much see through glass into the bathroom. What's all that about?

Unless you're really into watching your beautiful new girlfriend drop a log on your first trip away with her, then it serves no purpose but an uncomfortable situation for all involved.

Last time I just ended up going to the nearest train station to do my business. Just a bit infuriating when I've paid to stay there and can't even curl one out with some privacy.
First world problems.
 

Im not even sure if it's minor or not but I hate hotel rooms where it's pretty much see through glass into the bathroom. What's all that about?

Unless you're really into watching your beautiful new girlfriend drop a log on your first trip away with her, then it serves no purpose but an uncomfortable situation for all involved.

Last time I just ended up going to the nearest train station to do my business. Just a bit infuriating when I've paid to stay there and can't even curl one out with some privacy.
Who drops a log in a hotel room when co-habiting? Thats what the reception bogs are for.
 
There I was at 4:30am, peacefully drifting dream to dream; Our older Fat Cat also deep in slumber, at the bottom of the bed, leaning against me to benefit from my bodyheat. Next thing Mrs P was backing over to my side of the bed at a fast rate and not for preferred reasons. Firstly, the Fat Cat got squashed between us both, too scared to run. Then I hear this squealing sound in the darkness from beyond the perimeters of the bed. You would have thought a rat had been stood on and was having the air pushed out of it like a bagpipe. Lights on and there is a cute Apex Predator sitting beside Mrs P's bedside with a huge bullfrog in her mouth....and its making this horrendous noise.

Just before she had a chance to blink/smile and look pretty (The Kitten, not Mrs P), my slipper hit her square. She dropped the frog in surprise. However, unperturbed, she picked up her squealing prize and ran out into the hall with a balding man with a pot belly chasing after her in his pants, with one slipper on. After a lap of the front spare bedroom, with me venting and gesticulating at her, she fled down the stairs with her squealing live toy. I Caught her at the Kitchen, scooped the 'pretending to be dead' Frog with the brush and pan and launched the squealing [Poor language removed] down the garden. As you have probably guessed by now, this was in no way the highlight of my bedtime. Then back to bed I went to stare at the ceiling for an hour.

She didn't find the frog again. She did catch a mouse though and left its dead headless corpse on the rug. Possibly as a threat to me if I ever take her Froggy away from her again.
Can you lend your cat to @Joey66 please? He has a problem with frogs making advances without consent on his carp. Sounds like just the thing.
 
So bbc are pushing 'do traditions matter' and cite hot-link-hands coronation as background. Because today is a bit grim in light of the past hours events, I'll hold the dogs off, but there's something important here...
 

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