grumpyf1

Today I was defeated by a bottle of screen wash. I now realise that packaging is ganging up on me. All I wanted to do was have a clean windscreen. I wasn’t to know that I was going to have to face a Krypton Factor-style test, and wind up wrestling on the floor with 2.5 litres of blue stuff and one of those press and twist lids normally reserved for the evil that is Paracetamol bottles. When my wife finally rescued me from my tearful state, I discovered that there was then one of those foil and plastic discs, stuck onto the opening, as a final two-fingered salute from the screen wash. As usual, scrabbling at its surface wouldn’t un-stick it, and it’s flexible nature meant piercing it was impossible too. Eventually, I had to resort to scissors. I know the intention is to prevent children drinking it by mistake, but honestly – if they’re clever enough to get through that security nightmare without hurling it out of the nearest window, I’m guessing they aren’t the sort of kids t...