Things I Am About to Whinge About
In the last week of the year, I am so fed up with . . .
Ok. I am sure I will be expanding all of these things to 1,000 words a piece, come January 1st, but they’re bugging me at the moment, so here goes.
W H Smith, Cardiff station. Stop selling effing coffee! You are a stationery shop. Sell paper. Pens. Magazines. Today, I waited for 20 minutes in the queue while three people bought five coffees. All I wanted…