I am not a patient person by any means because I think many of us spend too much time queuing behind people.

I think I have reached the age where you begin to moan for the sake of moaning. And it actually feels quite good.

This week whilst going to take some cash out at a petrol station I noticed a woman hurrying towards the machine.

My first reaction was to get to that cash machine before her. Now, I am not saying that some women tend to take longer at these machines than others but it is plainly obvious they do.

I have only so many years left to enjoy this planet so I would like to spend the least amount of time stuck behind people treating the cash machine like a bank.

How difficult can it be to simply take some cash out or check your balance and move on? For the next five minutes I have watch as this person decides to go through every single little detail of her printed receipt.

Then just when you think she will move on she decides to check her other four accounts.

Finally, she moves on but not before standing there to ensure the machine isn’t faulty and won’t spit out any of her hard-earned money as soon as she leaves.

There should be a 60-second rule at cash machines. If you want to do anything else then find yourself a bank.

The same actually goes for people who take minutes starting their engine at petrol stations.

Again, I am sad to say and I am not in any way being stereotypical but it is the middle-aged female drivers. They know we are waiting behind them and rather than starting the engine and driving off they will wait for several minutes ‘settling in’ to the seat.

The whole process that should take seconds drags on for ages.

Then having finally pulled in next to the petrol pump I realise my petrol cap is on the other side. The forties have begun badly.