The hanging of decorations, accessories, ornaments or whatever off draw handles. Little stuffed, embroidered hearts ‘n’ shit tied on to drawer handles with ribbons. Now whilst these pointless fripperies are attached to drawers belonging to the perpetrator of this tat-crime, they dangle over drawers belonging to me. So that they fall into my drawer when I open it, making impossible to close it without first performing a tat-ectomy.
The same perpetrator who is biologically incapable of viewing any flat surface in our abode without thinking “every square inch of this needs to covered in chintzy tat”.
The same one who requires me to spend ten minutes removing a mountain of cushions from the bed or sofa before I can use them.
Despite this rant, I do really, really like this person. But some days I do find myself perusing the Travis Perkins catalogue for patio slabs.