Little Stalky Likes Some Stuff. Not Other Stuff

In moments of daydream I sometimes think about the things that I really like and the things that I really dislike.  And it's not always the obvious things that come time mind.  I like going to bed in freshly washed linen and waking up on a Saturday morning knowing that all the housework has already been done and I don't have a shift.  That's a great feeling.  I dislike waking up knowing the ironing pile is threatening to take control of the spare room, the washing up from last night has gone feral, I have a late shift and the weather has that umbrella thieving look about it.  That's a bad feeling.  I like it when Mystical Roo comes home and says to hell with it.  Let's have pizza.  And wine.  And a film.  Most excellent.  I don't like it when I can't get the end of the sellotape to come free from the rest of the roll and it ends up peeling in weird little clumps.  The toilet roll does that too you know and you end up with little bits of torn bog roll all over the floor.  Less excellent.  I like it when I can magically open a jar without the aid of rubber gloves.  I dislike it when the ring pull snaps off the top of the tin and I know the tin opener is broken.  I like it when a plan comes together.  Especially if it's a cunning plan.  I don't like it when I get a paper cut.  They hurt and bleed and you're randomly guaranteed to stick your cut finger into a pile of salt or vinegar or maybe even a bag of salt and vinegar crisps and you know that will hurt like hell.  I like buying presents for people that I know they'll love.  But it's a bugger when you see something someone will really love but don't have the money to buy it.  Or when you do have the money to buy something you can't find anything you want.  I like the way my eyelashes look when I put on my best mascara.  But I hate it when I sneeze mid application and a) poke my eye with the wand and b) get waterproof mascara smudged down my face.  Never a good look unless it's Halloween.  I like it when the grocery shopping has just been put away because I know there are treats stashed all over the place.  I don't like it when I get home and realise I've forgotten the key ingredient for the night's meal.  I like sneezing but I don't like getting a cold.  I like wallowing in the bath with a trashy magazine, a glass of wine and some strawberries but it's less fun when your mobile phone takes a dive to the bottom of the tub.  So in conclusion I can confirm that Little Stalky likes some stuff and not other stuff.  Enlightening isn't it.