I seem to be asking this more often these days, to myself of course because I’m not deluded enough to think this question would actually be heard or responded to!

Here are a few examples which have been going round my head over the past few days.

Is it really asking too much to be able to park our ONE car outside our house like we have done pretty much every day for the last 7 years? I know ‘they’ have visitors as well as their TWO cars and I realise there is only space outside our doors for 4 cars max but when your house needs 3 spaces (and you have a driveway), is it too much to ask to keep the space clear for the oldest man in the cul-de-sac who has health problems and can’t walk up to the car if I need to take him to hospital? Oh and could the house that needs all 4 spaces this week just park them somewhere else? We don’t have room for juggernauts on this street. Sorry.

Is it asking too much for the toilet roll tubes to be brought downstairs and put in the compost without waiting for the ‘Bog Fairy’ to deal with them? Recently I counted 7, yes 7 of them – I had left them to see how long it would be before they cracked and did the right thing. I cracked.

Is it asking too much to just wash the ONE plate or ONE cup that is in the sink, whether or not you used them? If I only cleaned what I had personally used, my workload would be a lot piggin’ lighter. I have actually been given the response “I didn’t use it”, to explain why things weren’t dealt with.

Is it really asking too much to have the sun stay for one whole day before we have months freezing our rear ends off? It showed up today for the first time in ages and in response, I skipped up the stairs to gather dirty laundry (whether it was mine or not I might add), and danced up to that washing machine in true ‘Disney does laundry’ style. Oh the happiness as I hung those items on the line, knowing they would soon be dry and have that outdoor freshness aroma. Until I see the doom clouds looming ever faster towards our house and I have to run out the back door, tripping over the dog like some deranged victim from a disaster movie – grab all washing and hang it over one arm which can just about hold the weight – then back in the house to wrestle ONE HANDED with a foldy dryer thing. One day of sun, just one.

And I’ll leave you with this thought: Is it too much to ask that at the age of 50 I can be done with the pms symptoms? Sorry for the gentleman readers if this is tmi but I woke up this morning convinced the stomach pain was food poisoning, only to realise the old familiar pangs of the female anatomy. At least I was saved the whole ordeal as it was only pain but even so, when does this hormonal horror end?

And after all that, I don’t know if I need chocolate, wine, crips, tea or something else. Ideas welcome.