Things that I have started and REALLY must stop!

chewbacca you must be my long lost twin

Oh, Phoenix I well understand your treatment of the vacuum cleaner.
Something I really must do is sort out the garden shed. After putting the lawn mower back I accidentally knocked a bamboo stick from its moorings (I'd placed it atop a part of the shed to act as a 'hanging' pole for a bucket containing trowels, weeders, etc) and obviously it was never meant to be a permanent fixture. I got very annoyed, swore at it (calling it an 'effing w...', put it back and then stupidly slammed the door in a temper - which dislodged the wretched item again - I haven't felt like going back in there yet.

Ah well, this has amused me and caused my husband to excuse himself from never listening to me! Apparently I talk to every thing, from the dogs, to the rooms I enter to the Computer I might be using. Nothing is safe from my verbal onslaught, I even chat to the glasses I'm about to prop up on my head ask ing them to stay there.

Most of the above but always shouting at the things that beep when they're finished (bread maker, microwave, dishwasher) or when you leave them open (fridge, freezer). "I'm getting their as quickly as my plaster will let me!"/"Shut up I'm still getting stuff out of you!".

I share many valuable opinions with my cat who is a very knowledgeable listener. He was home educated of course which contributes to his wide knowledge of many aspects of (my) life!

I do all these things, phoenix, and we both talk to the cat incessantly. I have no intention of stopping. The car thing is annoying, Cherrytree59, especially as it doesn't change anything, except the atmosphere. My DH always wants to know why there's a hold-up, traffic jam etc. even though knowing doesn't help.

I talk to rooms 'what did I come in here for'?
Often when in the supermarket I am
grumling chatting to who I think is DH only to find it's a complete stranger, DH has wondered off and I've put my shopping in someone else's trolley.

DH is the one who is often reminded by moi that he is grumbling at an imamate object!
Or he can shout or whinge at other drivers as much as he likes, but they CANT hear him!
But I can

I think I'm more aware of others peoples foibles
I can't ask DH about mine as he will probably spend the morning pointing them out

We no longer have animals but I talk to myself a lot and swear and am then ambarrassed if I think the neighbours might have heard. If my DH makes any comment, I tell him off for listening to my private conversation.

Even if I don't talk out loud, I constantly mouth or whisper to myself and occasionally do it when I am out, which is embarrassing, but I just hope people think I'm a techy and talking into a hidden mobile phone.

I'm sure I've seen a New Scientist article lately that claimed only the brightest people talk to their cats :D

phoenix the beans and peas are sulking because it's just too cold for them, poor dears.

Perhaps I should be a bit kinder when I talk to them.

Plants need to be talked to. I also used to talk to our chickens and geese when we had them.

MrB goes through the motions of making tea or toast when he's bored or when he can't solve some computer programing problem. If an idea comes to him while he's hovering over the kettle or the toaster he abandons them and goes back to sort out the problem.

Next morning I find half damp teabags in mugs (damp because he's re-using the mug) and cold toast half out of the toaster. In my mind this means he wasn't thirsty or hungry at all. People are weird.

crafting, your post immediately after the OP:

Talking to plants can work! Before I moved, I had a rant at a four-year-old Weigiela (sp?) that had refused to flower. Told it that if it didn't flower that year I would dig it up. It duly flowered.

All of the above, except I only sprawl on the sofa, but still can't get up without a grunt. Living on my own, I can chat or swear away to myself, cats or objects without being criticized. I don't normally swear in company, but tangled coat hangers are my worst enemy and deserve the tirade they get!

Oh ha ha so many snaps! I must be normal ?!

I go into the garden to tell my plants how well they're doing. It seems to have worked particularly well on the roses this year

Cat's are meant to be spoken to. They give much better advice than dogs. Dogs just agree with you but a cat will show total disdain if you say the wrong thing.

This strikes me as a totally unnecessary thread. Nothing you are doing is at all out of the ordinary!

I once sat on the bus and said in quite a load voice - "Oh look little lambkins", then I realised I didn't have the children with me.
I also apologise to lamp posts when I bump in to them

As for talking to cats aren't you supposed to?

My DiL tells the dog to go and find her brother and sister, meaning the GC,

My fig tree also go a good talking to yesterday, if it doesn't sort itself out it is being replaced by an IKEA artificial tree.

Jalima peas can be like that, sulky little buggers.

I very rarely shout at the TV, just turn over or hit mute when the occasion demands, but as a Radio 4 listener, I confess to regular rants at John "Grumphries" on the today programme. I sometimes wish he could hear me.

Other things that I really should stop doing include:

Putting small amounts of left over food in the fridge, as I would feel guilty throwing them away while fresh, but somehow it's ok to do it 2 days later

Writing "to do" lists that include things I have already done, just so I can kid myself that I have actually done at least one of them

Good night Jalima, good night everybody I'm off too.

I think it's the carbon dioxide that does them good Gracesgran! I did have a little chat with the sunflowers today - 'you're doing very well' and a moan at the peas which are not doing anything much at all.
I am off to bed now and must make sure that Teddy is tucked up nice and cosy.
No no no, I can't have another dog.

Chewbacca

I am quite sure talking to the plants in the garden is OK - Prince Charles does it and they would have whisked him away by now if it wasn't.

I, err, need a cat otherwise I am just talking to ......

I don't talk to myself in shops except to say 'ouch' occasionally when my knee decides it is, just at that moment and only for that moment, going to be painful but I really do talk to the machine on the self-check outs. It's mainly just a cross 'I know!'

I manage some of my mother's more unanswerable comments with "oh right, mum" but I notice I am saying this - in the same tone - to people making perfectly reasonable comments. "It's been really windy today" ... "oh right x" (note to self, this is a conversation and you are meant to contribute). In my defence the 'right' has an upward inflection which invites the other person to reply.

Wandering around the house, room to room, searching for my glasses. They are always on the top of my head and I only "find" them when I bend down to search down the sides of the chair and then they fall off. Regrettably, I don't get that luxury when I get up from the chair to make a cup of tea, oh no! Because for some reason, when I get up from the chair to make a cup of tea, I always put my glasses on the chair "so that I know where they are" (I do say to them "you're there"). By the time I've made the tea, I've forgotten where the bloody glasses are and plop myself down ON THE BLASTED GLASSES! I look like I'm wearing Eric Morecambe's glasses these days, they're so buckled.

and I talk to the DGD's soft toys , 'now come on Teddy, you don't look very comfy' etc
which just means that I am missing having a dog around the place.