Just so you know, I have reached the section in my Writers' Guide (work in progress) on writers' intolerances. There are so many, since reality can be massively offensive to the writer trying either to write or think. One of my favourite tales is the one of Kingsley Amis striding up to a bar (possibly in Camden Town) and remonstrating loudly that he wanted them to turn the musak down, preferably off.
Today, on my way to the supermarket, I passed a set of road diggers whose digging machines were issuing a decibel-din that was quite above that of human tolerance. I then negotiated shelves of breakfast cereals with titles like 'Krave' and the presence in the aisles, heaving with lunchtime shoppers, of those huge goods delivery cages being unpacked and shelved. A nation of shopkeepers? We have become a nation of bad shopkeepers. (Oh, of course, the shops would say it wasn't their fault: delivery lorries were late, stuck in traffic, there was a breakdown, roadworks . . . any excuse.) As I said, a post about everyday writers' intolerances. If you have any to add, please do - and thanks for reading.
Later I found this on intolerance and 'tolerations' from Linda Formichelli of The Renegade Writer