Clive annoyed me last night. Really annoyed me. Though not on purpose.
After drinking in various central London bars and pubs with friends last night - “I won’t stay out long, I reckon I’ll be home at eight” - he got the bus home at maybe midnight or something.
I was nicely asleep already. It was half past one in the morning and he phoned me. To let me know that he’d fallen asleep on the bus and woken up on Cockfosters.
Well, thanks. You could have told me in the morning when I woke up.
Before I could fall asleep again, he phoned to let me know that he was back on the same bus coming back in the direction of home. He knew it was the same bus because two other sleeping people were still on the bus, still asleep.
I didn’t need to be woken up to be told all this. I’m annoyed.
Now I need a good idea for a revenge annoyance…