Fucking kiwis whinge with the best of them. On saying that, the holiday batch next door has been filled with poms for the past week and all Ive heard from them is moaning and whinging. First it was too cold, then its too hot. Father sat on the deck moaning to grandfather about how his wife thinks he's too fat, and he adds that its not his fault, its his body shape, and its not his fault he likes greasy food. ha ha
The kids sound like that little fuck cousin of Harry Potter...nothing is good enough, they hate my parrot (which I purposefully left outside on his perch to scream longer than I normally would)...wtf?! kids normally love him.
They are now packing up, and.....moaning about having to clean the house. ha ha...