I'm generally quite a nice person. I get along with people and my mother taught me ages ago, that if I have nothing nice to say, then don't say anything.
I moisturise after every shower, and I do my anti-double chin exercises every day.
I go to the effort of double pegging my sheets on the line so the dog can't pull them off and drag them all over the back yard. It hasn't stopped him yet, but I also have not sent him off to the pound yet.
I wait for the little green man before crossing the road, even if there's no cars coming.
I try my best to be environmentally friendly by not using harsh chemicals and recycling etc.
I am always kind to the little baby geckos who live in our kitchen, and I never play golf with cane toads.
But you know what?! Something happened this morning that has put an end to Mrs. Nice Guy.
I noticed a patch of rather suspicious white furry stuff growing (yes, actually growing!!) on the frame of my nice wooden bed.
OK. So I like my windows wide open. Yes it has been raining non-stop for quite a while now. But seriously
- mould!!!!! Aaaaghh!!!!
So that's it.
You can stick your clove oil and vinegar.
Tomorrow I am buying myself a great, big bottle of hospital strength, toxic, caustic, rip-your-lungs-right-out-of-your-body, bad boy bleach and not caring about the environment one little bit.