[1QuirkyKiwi]

Originally Posted by flutter

Clutter.

I don't mean a plate or glass on the floor because you had a meal/snack while watching TV. I'm talking about throwing your stuff on the table when you come in which gradually builds up over a few days until the table is buried under piles of letters, receipts, tissues, 'borrowed' pens, sachets of sugar (why!?) Yes I know you'll be wearing that jacket tomorrow so I'm fine with it hanging on the back of the chair. But, a jacket on the back of each chair? No.

I’m not great with clutter as I feel claustrophobic, yet, I have my clutter corner which is in the dining room which doubles as my Sewing and Art Studio; I store my things in plastic stackable storage containers, and my Sewing machines are kept safely away be the window. The only ‘clutter’ is from the cat’s toys and tunnels.

Another pet peeve is when someone makes an assumption about me from what I buy. I was asked today when buying Fire Extinguishers, when the fire was. I explained that I’m the Fire Safety Officer at work and I take basic fire safety precautions at home.

And another pet peeve is when someone is talking to me on the phone; instead of saying: “Excuse me” and answering the person asking them a question, they just talk to them. It’s rude! If you want to talk to them, end the call to me, then you can talk to them. I will make excuses to end the call after that! Grrr!