It says that you have nothing going on in your life when you have to moan to strangers about a polite email asking for more information. She is a sad, old, stressed out bastard who needs to get a life and fuck off from the gram!
Get a proper job Daz, maybe one in retail/customer service then you might not be so gobby about these little things that obviously wind you up so much!
Her life revolves around that house, she’s had hailstones where she lives today so whats the big deal? Between her and her mate Dot Cotton I dunno which is worse. Nobody gives a shit about your gazebo and your pal just wants sympathy 24/7, pair of old biddies before their time!
How many bloody kitchen bins does one person need? Who keeps gifting them to her? Is it a tattler trying to send sneaky hints for her to “get in the bin” or to “stop talking rubbish!”
Oh god, the car stories today. How does she know it’s not her ‘filth’ has she done a DNA test? Still waiting for the explanation about buying a second car again, but she has confirmed they got it in January.