I know that I have a bad case of The Irascibles when I start swearing at inanimate objects. Recent days have found me cursing and berating:
Fruit: There is a lot of fruit in my life at the moment. Some of it by the law of averages is going to get sworn at.
Blinds: I have never encountered a blind I get on with. It just isn't going to happen.
The corner of the bed: I still haven't mastered the art of not walking into it. Why doesn't it just get out of the sodding way?
My scarf: I trip over it. It is the scarf's fault for being too long.
My hair: On windy days it blows all over the place, gets stuck in my sunglasses and generally makes a bloody nuisance of itself.
My computer: In the course of writing this post I have called it something very rude and told it to piss off twice. It's still here. Masochist.
This sums it all up nicely: