Some things really annoy me. And extractor fans that are connected to light switches in the bathroom are one of them (are we all sitting comfortably ready for my Victor Meldrew style rant??).
This weekend I moved out of my dad’s house (where I have been nestled for far too long, licking my wounds) to a lovely ground floor flat with two of my closest compadres. Both have been in my life for almost a decade, but neither knows each other very well. So far, it all seems to be going great, but I’m heading off the thought path so more on that another day! Part of the reason I had to leave dads house was that my bedroom was next to the bathroom, and the bathroom has an extractor fan that is linked to the light (other than being twenty five and living with daddy is so not cool!). In the middle of the night, when someone wants to use the bathroom, the light goes on, and it sounds like concord is tearing through my room. Time for a change.
So we moved in on Saturday, and everything was well, until darkness set in and I needed a wee. I put the light on in the bathroom, and lo and behold, on went the extractor. About ten times louder than the one I was used to, and lasting a hell of a lot longer. Oh joy. Mel laughed at me as I wandered up and down the hall way like an old woman saying “it’s still on!! It’s been on for about half an hour!! It sounds like we are on a flipping flight path!!” with her suggesting that if anyone needed the loo in the night they would have to leave the door open so that they didn’t have to put the light on and run the risk of someone walking in. Emma suggested we all have a torch. Bless them; I think I would have just told them to deal with it!! My ensuite shower also has the same issue, so I must have a shower a good hour before wanting to sleep, or it sounds like there is a combine harvester ploughing the fields in the room next door. Marvellous! My other massive bug bear is those air fresheners that spray you in the face. I don’t know who invented them and thought they were a good idea, but my mother, who loves air fresheners, adores them. Before the invention of these horrors she would have your conventional spray ones, the plug-ins and the oil candle ones, but now the woofers are around, she has them all over the house. Walk in the front door, ‘woof’ in your face. Marketed as a ‘fresh burst of air’ it gets in your throat and makes you cough like you have a fur ball. Attractive. She has them in my sister’s room (walk in with a cup of tea in your hand, ‘woooof’; tea tastes of perfume as it has wooshed into your brew. Walk into the bathroom, lift the loo seat, ‘woof’ right in the face. It’s hard to not lose the plot when a ‘refreshing spray’ sprays you in the eyes. Just sayin.
What irrational things really annoy you?