Deny the voice

It's Lent. That time of the year when those of us who are bound to superstitions invented hundreds of years ago by big, beardy men are compelled to give something up. The traditional thing is chocolate, which I have duly foresworn for forty days. I've also given up complaining, however. Immediately upon taking this decision, bad things started to happen. The culmination of this is that my favourite DVD won't play, I have a mouth ulcer which makes eating almost impossible, and my housemate has used, and failed to wash, both my non-stick pans when I really want to make scrambled eggs. I state these things merely as facts, you understand. No complaining here. God has a cruel sense of humour.