From Elizabeth Hayden-Jones’ diary entitled “One Grumpy Woman”, a selection of extracts that were originally published in 2006.

What makes me fume?... Post office queues
I'm a fairly tolerant person, however, yesterday I reasoned this after my post office mission. I loathe all queues but especially the ones at the post office. I don’t think I've ever walked straight into a post office and been served immediately. Admittedly, it was a ...
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What annoys me?... Asking a favour, or those who say "I’ll do it for you"
In conversation with a friend over coffee recently we debated how we go about asking a personal favour. Jointly we agreed. If you need a favour always ask a busy person! These types are motivated and usually thoroughly reliable and able to schedule their ...
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What makes me steam with anger?... Popcorn in cinema's!
The worst offenders are the popcorn brigade who munch noisily through the smelly stuff, which is usually from a gigantic box. It's not so bad when it's one or two people only engaged in this, but when you're unfortunate, as I was recently to sit behind a family ...
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What makes me seriously angry?... Worcester city traffic
Worcester is like any other city with its traffic problems, but it's a known fact that until the Eastern Link Road is completed, traffic problems will remain. With more housing planned for the city, traffic is only set to worsen in the next 5 years. It is a frustrating ...
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And, what makes me seriously grumpy?... Doorstep salesmen
What are your thoughts on this breed? I'm thinking more especially the male variety! They seem one hundred percent more irritating. Why is it that doorstep salesmen always manage to knock your door when you are busy with some pressing chore? ...
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And, the ultimate grump?... The X-mas Grump Factor
I’ve just finished my Christmas shopping - presents that is. All are wrapped and ready for distribution. This year the family have agreed to buy just one main present and a few stocking fillers. It makes good sense. What I really loathe is the excess of ...
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