“May all your troubles last as long as your New Year’s resolutions – Joey Adams”
Since the beginning of the New Year Lo, she is a terrible Goddess has been behaving like a woman possessed.
She decided to clamber in and out of all the kitchen cupboards cleaning and re-organising them. She’s been like Anthea Turner high on bleach.
I thought this was all well and good until the morning when I wandered into the kitchen to prepare my breakfast only functioning on autopilot as I’d had a sleepless night worrying about whether I’d remembered to cancel my subscription to Grouting Fortnightly.
Luckily I noticed that I’d put split peas instead of muesli in my breakfast bowl just as I started to spoon it towards my mouth. I was alerted by the fact I was holding a soup spoon. I was rather pleased that I had noticed as I then had a vision of losing my remaining tooth on the ‘crunch’.
Unfortunately I failed to notice that I’d made my coffee using gravy granules, which would have been fine if I hadn’t added a dishwasher tablet instead of a sugar cube. Looking on the bright side my tooth is now very clean with an alluring sparkle.
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I sympathise.
With the missus.
Hee.
I love to clean too.
Us peabrains suffer … that’s all I’m sayin’ *sigh*
one of the joys of being single? i can move things wherever i want to! one of the traps of getting old? i forget where i moved them, and end up standing in front of the pantry for an hour, hands on hips, saying “Who took my peanut butter?”
There’s no solution although we could all hire staff (including a food taster) I suppose.
I’m not single but I still forget where I put stuff when I reorganize. I had to do a thorough search of the freezer to find the extra coffee beans which I had put in there myself and then forgot which side or whether it was in the door or where…. It didn’t help that the search was going on at 4 a.m.
This is probably only going to get worserererer. I suppose there’s a small possibility that a really delicious new recipe might emerge from our stumblings.
Either that or we will make something out of the “science experiment” from the back of the fridge and die.