So... Yes, as the title says... Men!!! Very strange creatures!!!

Yesterday on the way home from having a coffee with Kay and little Dan, I saw a chap stood by the side of the road observing some other chaps doing manly things, but he had a 'For Sale' sign in his hands.... I really am confused as to what was for sale in this instance?? Was it himself? Is this a new level of prostitution that the men of Manchester have taken to? Had I have not been driving I would have stopped to enquire or observe some more to try and work it out for myself!

Today my diary was pretty empty - as always - apart from getting my nails done (they are now purple and glittery if you wanted to know!).

But first I needed to get petrol. Now since this all happened I have come home and checked my highway code and believe myself to be correct... So I pulls into the petrol station and gets out of the car, opening the petrol cap as I get out (something I am always forgetting and having to go back to my seat to do!) so I figured I was doing well. Then suddenly there's a guy there next to me, telling me that I NEED to let him put the petrol in my car just tell him how much I want?! I mean seriously?!?!? Do I look that stupid that I can't even put petrol in my car un-aided now?!? Are you actually having a laugh?! So I kindly pointed out I am more than capable of putting petrol in my car myself. So he just starts touching my car and trying to get the petrol cap off!!! My god I swear!!! You touch my car mate I break your fingers now step back!!! Granted the guy worked at the petrol station but I have been using the same petrol station for many years now and never EVER had this happen before - usually I am left alone to sort my fuel needs, plus there was a lot of other people on the forecourt all needing fuel and he didn't do this to any of them, he singled me out and then hung around watching me like he was waiting for me to do it all wrong! I felt so uncomfortable! I think in future I shall be getting petrol elsewhere - probably Asda its miles cheaper anyway!

I hate being out driving in the rain, not for any reason that I can control, it just seems that the slightest bit of rain in Manchester suddenly means that no one has the ability to now drive over 20mph on the motorway! I mean seriously?! If you don't have the balls to drive properly in the rain then just don't come out in it!!! It really annoys me when you are trying to go in the fast lane to overtake all the idiots that sit in the middle lane doing a maximum of 50mph and then you end up with some tit that pulls in front of you and slams their breaks on for absolutely no reason at all because there's nothing in front of them! Anyway I will stop ranting now. I am going to go and start reading a book I think.

I finished the Bell Jar last night which was quite good really so I don't know what to start on next. Maybe some Shakespeare to calm me down after my traumatic day! Stupid man in the stupid petrol station!!! How dare he try to make out that an independent female such as myself can't possibly function around an automobile without male assistance!!!

And breathe!!!

x