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Dear Netflix

Dear Netflix

Dear Netflix,
You have to understand my disappointment, I am currently on maternity leave, my baby is sleeping, this is not why I am disappointed. I couldn't be happier after a long couple of upset days to have a bit of time to myself to kick back, eat my pot noodle and listen to the rain splash away on the outside world. 
My disappointment has stemmed from you not working when I get chance to actually hear what I am trying to watch! 

I don't ask for much do I? 

I mean, you tease me with starting my program and then BAM! an error code pops up in place of it. WHY do you want to punish me! What did I do wrong to deserve this - I have T-minus 20 - 60 minutes of peace to catch up on some season viewing before my lovely but noisy daughter awakens from her very peaceful sleep! 

My pot noodle has been consumed, a quick solution to be able to maximise my Netflix viewing time, being a mum everything becomes timed and time is very precious. It was so I could spend time with you, Netflix, that I chose such an unhealthy lunch.

You are messing with my time!!! 
Don't make me beg, the last time I begged for something it was pain relief and I was desperate, I will not resort to begging for you to just work!!

                           -------------------------- 5 minutes pass -----------------------

That's 5 more minutes I've lost!!! 
Oh god.... she stirred! Look what you've done Netflix! The baby senses just how peaceful it is around her and is planning on disturbing it. Why do you hate me!

                            --------------------- 5 more minutes pass ----------------------

Okay... you win, I will beg!
Pleassseeeee play my episode, just one episode, just one for me to enjoy a bit of sanity, although clearly I have possibly lost that now I am talking to an app.

                            ----------------------- 10 minutes pass --------------------------

I quit! You win! The babies waking up!
I do hope you are happy with yourself!
We are over, don't call me, text me or come knocking at my door begging me to take you back - just don't!


See you in an hour.....


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