I tell you what gets my goat.
The goat thing
I haven’t got a ruddy goat. Have you? Has anybody that you have ever met got a goat?
So how can somebody or something get it? They can’t.
Nor can they get on my wick. I am not a candle. I haven’t got a wick.
They also cannot get my back up. The only thing that gets my back up is my legs when I put them on the floor to get out of bed in the morning.
I don’t have a bugbear either. Bugbear? A bear living on a bug? How big is this sodding bug if it has a bear living on it? Should that not be the other way around? Like a tic.
Pet peeve? Don’t get me started on pet peeves.
Ranty Friday this week is about stupid expressions for being irritated. I don’t even want to know the origins.
They are stupid.