I struggled to come up with an appropriate picture for today's post so I found a 'Moaning Mini'! Geddit? Actually this car looks quite jolly and I've always had quite a soft spot for these little darlings in spite of a propensity to cut out in heavy rain that meant I nearly missed a French holiday
I am still sick. Moving causes violent coughing so, in the main, I've been staying put, except to crawl downstairs for cups of tea. My appetite is down in my boots but I'm putting a brave face on that and viewing it as good for the diet. In a few hours during yesterday morning before I resorted to napping I fired off three complaint emails. They included one to the council because the bins haven't been collected and another to a big national company who think that they're perfectly within their rights to regularly bring a town on my commute to a complete standstill in rush hour with their lorry moving shenanigans. It's been getting my goat for some time.
As so it's this second example that has made me come to realise that there's a difference between complaining and moaning. I've been going on about those bloody juggernauts for ages. That complaint seems so empowering, taking positive action in the face of something causing unacceptable annoyance. Even if it comes to nothig at least I can say that I didn't roll over defeated without a murmur. It has been done too in a nice dignified way where no rag has been lost. Whereas I admit the odd bout of ineffectual moaning can be cathartic if the same tale of woe is repeated over and over again, it's another matter. It seems to serve no purpose other than increasing feelings of helplessness and lack of control.