I hate

Websites that list their products by name without a picture or description until you follow the link to view that one product. As though you are already familiar with a company's entire range and only want to view the product you came to see.

I hate having to have a new phone. "Oh it's really simple, all you have to do is this and this and it's done"
Is it bollocks!

I think there's a bit of a window between losing everything except your contact list and having half your shit back, subject to brand, settings, and possible third-party assistance here and there...

But yeah, I have no idea how I'd preserve my 300 open browser tabs without laboriously bookmarking or copying all the URLs... Not sure about SMS chat history either, if I was to change brands.

Not that I'm about to after eventually giving up on janky Chinese brands to settle on Samsung, but this phone (I think it's the first one I've bought new?) has just about run out of support, so it's getting on time to buy another phone bury myself in XDA and Google for a fortnight figuring out how to root the bastard so I can flash it with an OS made by humans cooperating, as opposed to a corporation. That transition is bound to make a bit of a clunk...

an OS made by humans cooperating

Have you seen the Linux Kernel Mailing List?

That point where the floss breaks through between your teeth and cheese slices your gum

I read that first as boss, which I think I would hate even more.

When interdental brushes stab into the gum between your teeth instead of just between the teeth.

That point where the floss breaks through between your teeth and cheese

maybe brush your teeth to get the cheese out of the way first?

That I seem entirely incapable of putting clothes back in a wardrobe after I've used them, electing instead to leave them on my chairdrobe.

Thus having to put a week's worth of attire back all in the one go, great.

Also not charging things, you know bike computers, lights because winter.

After 13 years together my wife and I have settled into a fantastic largely unspoken arrangement when I leave my clothes for her to put away and she doesn’t wash pans. It seems pretty equitable.

I can only aspire to this kind of utopia.

That I seem entirely incapable of putting clothes back in a wardrobe after I've used them,

You put clothes you've worn back in the wardrobe?

We have a long running quandary about the Big Chair in the bedroom that’s completely in the way, but without it where would we put the worn-once-or-twice-but-not-ready-for-the-wash clothes?

The open wardrobe is good for this, don’t think ‘gamechanger’ quite applies, but it works better than the pile we used to have.

You put clothes you've worn back in the wardrobe?

put the worn-once-or-twice-but-not-ready-for-the­-wash clothes

This.

Not ready for the wash but still shouldn't be mixed with clean clothes.

You need yourself a valet de chambre mate.

Dynamo, friend. Changed my life, and it can change hours.

valet de chambre

'Chairdrobe', for those of us that weren't born in 17th century France.

[Edit]

And by chairdrobe, I mean chair, obvs. I just googled chairdrobe, and they make valets de chambre look like an afterthought.

User name aspirational?

In the Jangle household, the chairdrobe is a battleground.

You lot and your amateur chairdrobes, we have a 2-seater sofadrobe.

What’s wrong with a floordrobe?

We have some standards

1. The colouring in new toothpastes. Why the fuck do I want bright blue all over my fucking sink that I've now got to clean?
   
2. Leaving early only to be meet by delays which get me in the same time as usual. It feels like morning fuck you.
   

Spare a thought for people with bright blue sinks who have to clean white toothpaste off them.

You lot and your amateur chairdrobes, we have a 2-seater sofadrobe

In you go