T'was Boxing Day Morning in the Casa del Speaker to Wombats....
I was going to do a nice post this morning about some of my gifts, and the annual picture of the Christmas Cake - I might do this later but I thought, instead, I would just share my last 45 minutes or so with you.
Quite a lot of my friends here will know that I have terrible hand-eye co-ordination. Well, just terrible co-ordination full stop.
This is why I now find myself without my very favourite mug, but with a sparklingly clean fridge door, cooker, and kitchen floor, and with the washing machine on. Oh, and why I was in the back yard, in the rain, in my slippers, jeans and a flimsy camisole.
Picture this - there is one cup of the nice crème brulée coffee left in the pot - but it is now cold. I pour it into my mug and cross the kitchen to microwave it. The microwave sits on top of the fridge, next to the cooker - you can see where this is going can't you?
So I miscalculate the angle of the open microwave door, catch it fairly solidly with the hand holding the mug of cold coffee which then flies upwards, turns, empties the contents all over me, (wearing my favourite slopping around jumper which is pale cream, of course), down the front of the fridge, across sideways to pour down the front of the cooker as well, and ends up on the floor with the mug a nano second behind. The mug, of course, breaks into many pieces. Had it been one of the old white mugs that S2C prefers it would probably have bounced.
So - jumper off and into the washing machine in one move - then pick up broken mug pieces and realise I will need to mop the floor, but the mop is kept in the shed as our kitchen is so small. Therefore the next move is out into yard, sans jumper, to put remains of the mug in bin and collect mop...
Then - wash the front of fridge, and all the coffee covered fridge magnets, then the front of the cooker and, finally the floor. Go up to the bathroom and find more pale things from the washing basket as it is a shame to wash one thing alone, and also go into our bedroom to put on another jumper. (The camisole is actually coffee coloured and I whipped the jumper off so quickly it is almost untouched!)
Finally I go back to the kitchen and put the washing machine on, put the kettle on - and make a cup of instant coffee.
So much for not bothering with housework on Boxing Day.
Also - who noticed that the one place the coffee actually missed was the microwave? And lack of assistance from husband? He's fast asleep having spent much of the night playing on the computer and didn't even notice me getting the clean jumper!
I actually wrote a slightly abbreviated version of this post and put it on Facebook to amuse family members - this will doubtless confuse people as no-one usually posts about real-life much there at all!
Quite a lot of my friends here will know that I have terrible hand-eye co-ordination. Well, just terrible co-ordination full stop.
This is why I now find myself without my very favourite mug, but with a sparklingly clean fridge door, cooker, and kitchen floor, and with the washing machine on. Oh, and why I was in the back yard, in the rain, in my slippers, jeans and a flimsy camisole.
Picture this - there is one cup of the nice crème brulée coffee left in the pot - but it is now cold. I pour it into my mug and cross the kitchen to microwave it. The microwave sits on top of the fridge, next to the cooker - you can see where this is going can't you?
So I miscalculate the angle of the open microwave door, catch it fairly solidly with the hand holding the mug of cold coffee which then flies upwards, turns, empties the contents all over me, (wearing my favourite slopping around jumper which is pale cream, of course), down the front of the fridge, across sideways to pour down the front of the cooker as well, and ends up on the floor with the mug a nano second behind. The mug, of course, breaks into many pieces. Had it been one of the old white mugs that S2C prefers it would probably have bounced.
So - jumper off and into the washing machine in one move - then pick up broken mug pieces and realise I will need to mop the floor, but the mop is kept in the shed as our kitchen is so small. Therefore the next move is out into yard, sans jumper, to put remains of the mug in bin and collect mop...
Then - wash the front of fridge, and all the coffee covered fridge magnets, then the front of the cooker and, finally the floor. Go up to the bathroom and find more pale things from the washing basket as it is a shame to wash one thing alone, and also go into our bedroom to put on another jumper. (The camisole is actually coffee coloured and I whipped the jumper off so quickly it is almost untouched!)
Finally I go back to the kitchen and put the washing machine on, put the kettle on - and make a cup of instant coffee.
So much for not bothering with housework on Boxing Day.
Also - who noticed that the one place the coffee actually missed was the microwave? And lack of assistance from husband? He's fast asleep having spent much of the night playing on the computer and didn't even notice me getting the clean jumper!
I actually wrote a slightly abbreviated version of this post and put it on Facebook to amuse family members - this will doubtless confuse people as no-one usually posts about real-life much there at all!