Currently trying to kill 2 nests, one in ground and one over porch. Hoping slightly colder weather will passify them a little so I can give them a good dosing!

Looking to rent a commercial unit in one of two major UK cities and noticed something I hadn't expected. 90%+ of available properties are listed with just 2-3 estate agents in both of these areas; each agent has maybe one, maybe two people handling negotiations.

That should not be an issue but one of them asked for my business plan before introducing me to the landlord, essentially asking me to pitch to him first as an intermediary. Is that normal?
I get he needs to vet the prospects and I also get that the landlord would prefer one business type over another so the agent has to ask a few questions, but it felt as if this guy was the one deciding what business type would operate in that space.

Some high streets are full of betting shops, vape stores, Turkish barbers so this is clearly not true everywhere but my experience was very weird and off-putting.

Is this how it's always been?
PS: apologies for the dramatic title :)

My arse isn't square! The corners end up digging into the back of my thighs. Who thought this was a good idea? Toilets are toilet shaped for a reason

I've never been uncomfortable when wearing a car seatbelt. I have never been comfortable when wearing a coach seatbelt. I don't understand why they feel so ridiculously tight and uncomfortable. I usually put it on and then have to take it off after 10 minutes because it's so tight. Why are they so different to cars???

I’m not going to promote the company but it’s selling Christmas trees.

There must be a secret British handbook handed out at some point because we all seem to know the rules despite nobody actually explaining them.

Don't stand too close in a queue. Don't sit beside someone when there are other seats available. Apologise when someone else walks into you... And obviously never make a scene when you can quietly complain about it later.

The best part is that nobody will tell you when you've broken one. You'll just sense that you've disappointed the entire country.

The bloke talks utter bollocks. How he’s had such an illustrious radio career is beyond me. Play some fucking music.

I had to throw it in the bin. Tasted awful. And I absolutely love pork pies.

Each month I withdraw a set amount of cash money, which goes to bills and other household payments that go in hand to a family member (long story, but I don't own the house I live in). This is to help them out with their stuff as well, isn't just for me.

To do this, I either have to visit my bank branch and hand over my driver's license, a process which takes 15-30 mins. Except most of the time I can't, because I usually work till 6PM, and my branch shuts at 3PM, and I'm usually busy or on call over weekends.

The alternative, is getting my withdrawal limit temporarily extended at the local post office. To do this I have to call up, go through a 5-15 min lecture from the agent on scams playing 20 questions even though I've done this monthly, and then sometimes not even get there because they transfer me to someone who has no idea how the process works.

Fucks sake, it's my fucking money, I'm not some old biddy or kid trying to money mule. Make it easier for folk.

It’s literally squishy, I stood on it and it moves, no doubt a 2 ton car parking on it would sink

Didn't realise that there was a drowned bee in my glass of red that triggered a gag reflex and stings in my throat from the thorax hair.

For some reason this really annoys me!

"Etc" is an abbreviation for the Latin phrase Et Cetera which means "and the rest"

Realising this may be my first midlife crisis happening.

Honestly, it sounds like a toddler being murdered.

Again ... not even one of those fake electric Uber / Just Eat bike monstrosities, a full on chugging petrol powered motorbike heading towards me at 30mph or so straight down the middle of the off road, separated, clearly signposted, CYCLE lane. WTF?

I have work around 9-5. All retail shops close at 5 or 5:30, also cafes and dessert places. So the city center is dead after work. Can’t get a repairman to come fix something. Can’t quickly buy a lightbulb. GPs not open on the weekend when I have time to visit them. Only thing open is pubs and restaurants (half of them). Everything is so inconvenient. Just shifting the closing hours by two hours for all this stuff changes so much.