IntoleRANT!

Day 2: Still being held hostage in North Yorkshire.....

It's only when you're trapped, in a lovely cottage with a hot tub in the garden , that you realise how bloody intolerant you really are.

Those of you who live with someone, have my heartfelt admiration. How on earth do you cope first thing in the morning with people who sing....or who like the heating on full blast...who make toast that's burnt beyond recognition....who use all the hot water....who talk through Popmaster....

I become slightly less irritable after my fourth cup of tea. But I think the kidnapper has probably decided to lower the ransom by now....