So yesterday I went to a fund-raising committee meeting at Robyn's school. In a fit of enthusiasm I signed up for this at the beginning of the year. There is a woman there who irritates me more than bad grammar and dirty dishes. She's from the UK, and never stops talking about things in her country, and how much better they are than things here. Sheesh. You'd think we were forcing her to stay at gunpoint. Typical favourite phrases:

"Here I go again, yak, yak, yak. You don't mind, do ya?"
"Now in my country..."
"Can I just say one more thing?"
"Stop me if I'm going on too much, won't ya?"
"Naughty naughty!"