Family and Temper Tantrums

21st August – 22:37 yesterday we ventured into St Ives. It was a day of bad service. We sat down in a restaurant and asked for a table of 5, but they only had for four said they’d move things around. My mum decided to move a table up to be helpful, the waitress came up and said, “What have you done? I told you to wait!” She then proceeded to move the table back and have us squish onto a small table. Another waitress then served us the wrong drinks and claimed it was our fault. We complained to the owner. She got bollocked. I normally hate customers like that, but if a customer says something is wrong you offer to change it and apologize whatever you believe.

Later I was in a shop, about to pay, when I said to the man, “sorry, I’m a bit short on change…”
“Short on change or money?” he sneered.
I looked at him, pulled out a twenty, slammed it on the desk and said, “Change.”
I death stared him into a hell of his own making.

Aside from that it was a lovely day out with great weather and I got a couple of things which is always nice. On the other end of the scale, today I didn’t leave the caravan. During the morning I ate breakfast, washed up, and made a cake while the family went out body boarding. They came home, we ate lunch and the cake I’d made, I washed up, I did maths work, they went out to a shop, they went body boarding, and I did more work. We had dinner, and more cake. I washed up (it was my day to wash up) and did more work.

So in total today I did a fair bit of work, ate over a third of a dinner plate sized cake by myself (three layers too), and learnt something about both my siblings:

The youngest sibling thinks that dry entails walking across the carpet, her legs dripping patterns. The older sibling used to think that black people (is that still PC?) were actually just very tanned and had white babies who tanned with age. She is humiliated that she thought this.

Speaking of family, you know those stories that your parents tell you? The ones from their childhood that they think are funny. My mum has one that I’ve been hearing since I was a kid and recently she decided to drop in a new fact: she shagged the guy she’s been talking about. And now I know why she remembers that story so well.

In other news, I lost my temper majorly today. These days I keep my temper very much at bay, but today my mouse froze, so I slammed my laptop shut, hurled it across the sofa and screamed at it. It took some very angry music (I find it calms me) and a good 10 minutes before I stopped shaking with fury.