Tonight Matthew, I’m going to be… grumpy.

So.

I lent my horsebox to someone at the yard.

She went off in it on Friday and brought it back Sunday evening – as per the arrangement.

But.

I had things in it; personal possessions of mine were in the living accommodation.

Guess what?

They’ve been moved, shuffled, stacked and rearranged.

And I’m feeling grumpy about this because I tried to put my hands on a couple of my things this evening and couldn’t.

I’m not saying anything has been stolen, I’m sure that’s not the case.

I am saying that it’s been shifted.

Put in to some kind of order in some place within the lorry that I don’t have the map to.

And.

It wasn’t brought back with a full tank of diesel.

I mean.

If you borrowed someone’s car/lorry/horsebox/vehicle of some description.

And if you’d had it for three days.

You’d at least bring it back with a full tank of fuel.

No?

You certainly wouldn’t return it with less than the amount of fuel that was in it when you picked it up.

Would you?

Can you guess that I’m feeling pretty bloody grumpy about this too?

I think that’s it.

I think she needs to go off and get a horsebox from a commercial self-drive horsebox rental company for three days.

Perhaps she needs to do that a few times.

Yeah.

And you know what else?

She didn’t even bloody say ‘thank you‘.

And now I’ve really had enough of people for the day and just want to be left alone.

(exits stage left, grumping)

B.