I'm "finicky" apparently which I know, I don't need you to tell me, is code for fuss ... whatever. So what if I've been on a mission for cushions!? So what if I've returned more cushions than I can keep track of? And anyway, if I had not had all those paper receipts someone else would have. The tills just spit them out. They are not rationed you know. In my defence I like things to be ... how I like them. I've got it how I want it now and both cats -both of them mind- approve.
A few years ago the plunger plug in the kitchen sink died. I've missed not being able to fill the sink with water. Last year I asked Father Christmas for a new one, but he waited a full year before he granted my wish. Himself in trying to fit the doodah in the sink now but the old one is hanging on like grim death. I hear sawing and swearing. Before you ask, I did suggest a new sink but ...