The irritability of .... well... irritability

I am unsure why, but I feel increasingly irritable. I am sure there is some kind of explanation, tiredness, stress or maybe the decrease in calorie intake, or mother natures wonderful monthly gift. But right now I could scream my innards out.

So here it is, a day in the life of my irritability.

1. I am woken up early due to sleeping in the lounge at my boyfriends (it is a small house and a big family, enough said)

2. I turn on sky plus, ready to watch my pre recorded "New America's Next Top Model" only to discover that someone has recorded over both planned episodes

3. I find a re run of the episode only for the electric to go off in the house

I shower and get dressed, and my mood lifts a little. My new clothes fit ok and I am wearing a brightly coloured top as to confirm my theory that it is nearly spring.

4.My boyfriends dad comes in to read the paper and makes a regular snorting/grunting noise through his nose (he has a cold coming)

5. My boyfriends super slim eating disordered sister arrives home. Instant whale syndrome ensues.

I spend the next three hours completing various application forms for jobs that I don't particularly want. But needs must and maybe I will like it once I'm in there, if I ever get in there.  My boyfriends sister goes to her boyfriends and I feel I can relax a little.

6. I go to bake some lemon buns only to find out that someone has used all the baking ingredients I spent £17 on the previous week. I manage to salvage enough to make a dozen mediocre looking sponges.

7. My boyfriends other sister returns home, messes up the kitchen and turns the TV over, despite my being mid programme stating "Hollyoaks" is for losers. She then sits and eats a sandwich noisily in my ear (her manners are not the best, lots of lip smacking. I am passive and leave the room.

8. I climb onto the top bunk of the bed in my boyfriends room, and discover an old pair of socks amidst the blankets (I have had the "please don't leave your socks in the bed its gross" argument with his brother countless times, to no avail it would seem).

9. My boyfriends twin drinks from a dodgy water bottle, resulting in disgusting slurping noises. I shout at him then steal his laptop.

So there it is, almost a perfect ten of irritating events. I am now hiding in the bunk hoping I can just avoid the family party planned for this evening, for which my boyfriends sister is returning home and a buffet is being served. If this bed led to another dimension, now would be a good time for the fact to be revealed...