At the moment (changes on a minute by minute basis, cos I'm a grumpy old git)
1. Fog lights - they should just be banned or replaced with 'Styling' lights that are permitted at no more than 1w. No fog - people just being nobs. Foggy - they make it more difficult to see ahead. Pointless.
2. Cats. I've got to pick up my neighbours cat crap before my toddler can play on my own property. Cats should be inside or on leads - same as dogs. They all used to run wild, we're just soft with cats because they haven't been on the front pages mauling a child.
3. Fuel Duty... and no, I don't have a better idea to shift the taxation.
4. Immigration - but only where they're sponging off the state.
5. Car Tax. I struggle to make ends meet. I've got a 14 year old commute-mobile. Tax me off the road - then I'll be in the line for state handouts, and more than 120 quid every six months. Buy a new car? No chance, couldn't afford the repayments. I've got a mortgage and kids.
6. Respect. My house, my land, my car, my posessions - keep the hell off them. I shouldn't need to worry about kids destroying my flowerbeds, or have the pristine snow messed up by with footprints and drawing from the local p*ssed up kids. Yeah - it's only snow, but it's MY snow.
7. Planning Office - I want to copy an extension on a house just down the road from me. Can't because they say I can't see it from my property.
8. Car Technology - When I was growing up I was promised that cars would be able to drive themselves and everyone would have one. I'd love that for my commute - just hop in, fall asleep and however long later wakeup in work car park.
9. Tailgating - One day I'm just going to jump on everything I've got - hopefully I'll be driving something much bigger and heavier than they are, but that's not usually the case is it?
10. Washing Up. I've not got a dishwasher (no room), and until my boy can reach the sink I'm stuck with the chore.
......ahhhhhhhh - that feels much better. It's like therapy

Still, it won't stop me having to sit through rush hour being tailgated by some nob with his fog lights on only to get home to a bomb site with a pile of dishes to do and whilst stood at the sink notice that next door's cat's only gone and sh*t in my trampled flowerbeds again, will it?