Opening the back of the remote control, I needed to change the batteries.
Only, trying to push the double As into their slot, I couldn’t get them to pop in as I wanted.
Frantically trying to shove the batteries inside, I could feel myself getting more frustrated.
And with my rage building, I’d soon reached a fever pitch.
Launching the remote control at the living room wall, I was so annoyed that I wanted to scream.
‘I give up,’ I huffed.
I’d never before had such a short temper. I used to be quite a patient person.
In fact, it was something that had
