Arse, bollocks, and buggerationI feel better now. But stand by in case there is more ranty rudeness. I am cross, and out of sorts and miffed, and want to shout, scream and throw all my toys out of the pram.
I shall not be so by tomorrow, and may not be so this afternoon. Who can say? But for now, I shall abide by the maxim that if I have nothing good to say then I shall say nothing at all.