Some things of current concern to me need explanation:
Why do so many cotton nightdresses for grown women have infantile applique teddy bears or other child's-clothing designs on them? Or have floral embroidery and/or ruffled cuffs in a style that went out of fashion for grannies about forty years ago, without ever achieving iconic retro status? It's easy to find good quality t-shirts in a vast range of colours; why is it so hard to find an elongated version of same, long enough to cover one's rear end, to sleep in? I did have one once, but I left it on the bathroom door of a hotel, and didn't miss it for weeks, so resigned myself to its loss.
What is the purpose of a hood on a dressing gown? Why can't I find a nice plain dressing gown without a hood or a very thick collar (so hot!!), but that folds across me generously enough to answer the door with a modicum of decency?
Why does Royal Mail take your parcels to a depot or sorting office that is furthest away from where you live, has incredibly restricted opening hours, on a route that takes you through the busiest town traffic, and has nowhere to park? Why don't postmen just ring next door's bell and ask if they'll take the parcel for you, probably taking less time to do this than to write out the bossy little card that says yah-boo to you for being out with the dog when the parcel post came at 4.30 in the afternoon? And then makes you wait 48 hours before you are even permitted to claim what is rightfully yours?
Why, when the local newsagent has to place the 'girlie' magazines on a top shelf away from the eyes of children and prudish adults, does Virgin Media have probably a dozen girlie/gay soft porn channels with still pictures of pouty people in almost no clothes, beamed directly into your sitting room, with no option to avoid seeing them if channel-hopping?
How did I, a child of the '60s, turn into a prudish, post-office-hating adult who prizes sensible plain cotton nighties and dressing gowns with no front-door appeal whatsoever, and who heckles the telly in outrage?
And PS: What are we going to do with ourselves now that 'The Thick of It' has finished? Maybe that's why I'm feeling so cross.