Hate is just too short a word.

The title of this blog has a dual purpose.  On long summer evenings after a day making good films with great people it's a reminder of how happy I am.  On other days it's a bitter joke.  Days like today.  

I abhor interval training, it's tough and always disappointing.  Other runners always pass me while I'm recovering, and never see me actually belting it out.  

I despise our postmistress, because despite my antipodean mailings keeping her shop going she is always cold and grumpy.  (I've had years of this now, come ON lady!) 

I dislike the gang of ten year olds that set fire to things in the park and throw rocks at me as I pass.  

I detest the teenage warfare between the two villages that leaves the woods a mess of graffiti and broken bottles.

I'm disgusted by the be-fouled cycle path entrance, covered in dogshit, rubbish and grease from god-knows-what.

And most of all, I'm annoyed that I let it get to me.  Grrr.