Poke it or shout at it or use an elastic band/tea towel to get a better grip.

AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

After looking forward to Christmas with cd junior, he's got flu!!!!! So he's miserable and crying, sneezing and coughing, nose like a tap, and he doesn't want to eat. And I also have to coax him to drink........ Oh the s*dding timing of it all.....

Having shouted at it, poked and prodded it with various pointy things, tried a tea towel, failed to find an elastic band, considered throwing it at a wall and generally doing everything I could think of, why did it suddenly come off with no effort at all?!? It's the kind of thing that makes you feel really stupid lol

Ask someone else?

I don't really want to "aaaaaaagggghhh" but just a gentle moan

I'm not unhappy at all but since I came home from the hospital I have had no energy at all barely enough to get through the day and in the evenings I am just exhausted... and people keep visiting and I just want to tell them I can't possibly make another cup of tea because I neeeeeeed to sleeeeepp.

I haven't written my Christmas cards yet.

We cancelled our house-guests because I'm too sore and tired (but it's ok, they've made wonderful alternative arrangements ) ( But the neighbours keep 'popping in' which is fine but I have no energy.. see above....)

I have no decorations up.

We have no Christmas tree.

We're having lunch tomorrow, just the two of us, on our knees in front of the telly after walking the dogs.

I didn't make a cake/make my cards/make my wrapping paper as I usually do.

I haven't played my violin for over a month.

There! Now I've had a moan I feel better and I'm going to go and dig out some tinsel......... (even if I just wear it because I don't have the energy to reach up to anything.... )

Grrr.

Bah to essays to be written over Christmas

Bah to realising that I should have read more

Bah to my lack of motivation

Bah to my lack of argument for this essay

I can empathise, I'm in the same boat (you're not also in Cornwall, by any chance? ) The bus service through my village has been halved since I went to Uni, and my parents are getting really fed up with ferrying me around.

I've just had to cancel on one lot of friends, A) because I can't get to the house where they're holding our Christmas-time get together party due to lack of transport, and B) because I've got other friends wanting to meet up the same night, that have been kind enough to offer to pick me up.

I feel so guilty, but also torn. And I wish I'd learnt to drive when I was 17.

Not so much aaaaggghh as eeeuuuugggghh!

When I went into my older son's room this morning there was that distinctive smell of oranges going off. From the heights of his raised bed (a high bed over a desk, not a vegetable bed, although come to think of it....), he suggested that his cousin might've left one in the room over Christmas - always blame the absentee - and then realised that his Christmas stocking was still at the end of his bed and that there had been a satsuma in it (at Christmas, he unwraps everything and then puts it back in the stocking to gloat over later). He kindly handed this stocking down to me, and I left it on the bedroom floor with a number of helpful suggestions as to what he could do with it. After he had left for school I found it at the top of the stairs, still full. I tipped everything out and, sure enough, there was a sort of felty-textured, greeny-blue squadge, firmly attached to the fabric of the stocking, with a faint residual whiff of satsuma underneath a heavy pong of rot. I've scraped it off and resisted the temptation to leave it on his pillow. The stocking is in the wash and I'm devising some form of revenge for when he gets home this afternoon

Do I, don't I?

Aaaargh!

Sometimes I just don't get my dad!!

We have an old cat (I think she's about 14) who has basically stopped eating for the last week and has obviously lost weight and isn't herself. A similar thing happened to her a few years ago where she literally refused to eat for about a month and we only just managed to save her by force-feeding her. That time, someone took her to the vet, and they didn't come up with anything very helpful apart from a couple of tins of special cat food.

My dad won't accept the possibilty that it could be anything other than the same as last time this time, so won't take her to the vet as 'it's still in the early days so we can't tell yet and it will cause more harm than good anyway because she's very nervous of strangers!'

When I pointed out that it would be better to take her to the vets now rather than to have to pay the emergency call-out fee over christmas, he said that in his experience of 20 years of cat-ownership, they don't go downhill quickly and die slowly over the course of a year or so, so there's no urgent hurry I was particularly surprised he took this approach because given that someone we knew was completely fine in the summer, went to the doctors because they thought they were feeling a bit dodgy and had died within about two weeks. I mentioned this to him, but all it did was get an explanation of how cats are different to people.

I can tell that my mum thinks she should go to the vets too, but she's mainly my dad's cat, so noone wants to go against him.

Just aaaaaargh!!!

Hope your cat's better soon, Sarah.

Hope your cat's better soon, Sarah.

So do I.

Me too

How ridiculous are the trains? I quite like spending long amounts of time travelling by train, treating it as an adventure (you never do quite know where you'll end up and when!) and watching the world go by...

I'm ARGH... first of this years exams tomorrow. And its one of those nasty wishywashy writing ones (Management) where 'background reading' and 'general knowledge' are expected... so basically no-one has any idea what'll come up (the state of the UK economy seems like though) and its impossible to be well prepared.

GRRGRRGRR.

Describe how the financial state of the UK has changed in the last 6 months, covering unemployment, interest rates, inflation, balance of trade, GDP, FTSE100 (the list went on) and then suggest what should be done to improve the situation.

It was okay, but I ran very short of time. Another 15 mins and I would have been happy, another 30 and I would have nailed it. As it is, I didn't really manage to fully answer the final essay questions (Describe how the financial state of the UK has changed in the last 6 months, covering unemployment, interest rates, inflation, balance of trade, GDP, FTSE100 (the list went on) and then suggest what should be done to improve the situation.

I didn't manage to get through everything on the list, and barely touched on what should be done... but then, I think an entire PhD thesis could be churned out on the topic, so hopefully I'll get a respectable mark or what I did get onto paper!

Environmental management next week, and Transport Phenomena 3 .

AAAaaargh still and even more!

Someone did finally take the cat to the vet, and they couldn't find anything wrong with her (so my dad was right in that respect). She hasn't really eaten anything since christmas day and is now literally just skin and bones, can't really support her and we're having to force feed her a mixture of baby food and gloopy cat food stuff. She should get better in the end, as it worked the time this happened before, although I don't remember her being quite this weak.

The stupid thing is that we realised she was going downhill relatively quickly, but my dad insisted on putting out plates and plates of different food to try and tempt her with for ages (she wouldn't take any of it!) because he didn't want to put her through force-feeding again, but all the time, she was just getting worse and worse, and if we'd started straight away, she wouldn't be in this state!

Why do I have to have a relapsed anorexic cat and a dad who goes so out-of-his way to cause no harm to her that he ends up making her worse?!?!