My Superior Household Skills Are 'Go'.
I've been suffering with a blocked bathroom sink for the longest time. I've sunk one and a half bottles of thick bleach, and quite a few tablets for de-lime-scaling your toilet boil, down those pipes over the last few weeks but it was just getting worse. Sick of spitting my toothpaste into the fetid pond of water that refused to drain away quickly, I finally took matters into my own work shy hands today and purchased a plunger. I thought I'd have a long hard wrestle with the sink and plunger but a few jabs with the sucker (pun intended) and the water wooshed away like it was late for an appointment. No way should it have been that easy. I have been suffering!
My trip to the hardware store to buy the plunger was hilarious. I wouldn't exactly call Homebase my second home, in fact it feels like I'm visiting a foreign land in which I don't speak the language whenever I walk around there dazed. Just locating the plungers was achievement in itself (and I had to enlist the help of shop floor staff to do so). I also managed, with great difficulty, to locate and purchase a knife sharpener. I know that sounds like an easy thing to do but rest assured it was a challenge... I was looking for an old style metal stick with cross hatching on it but came away with a plastic gizmo that houses two stone wheels which rotate when you pull he knife through. I'm pretty sure it works on a similar principal as the Wiltshire Stay Sharp knife - which I've just learned is an Australian invention! - but doesn't look anything like a long metal rod, so you'll forgive me for missing it on my first three circuits of the 'kitchen' section.
Moving right along, I need to brag about making my own breadcrumbs from stale baguettes. I thought I would need all four stale bread sticks to coat one chicken breast but it only required a disturbingly small half a one. I'm know stuck with ample stale bread, enough to recreate the mircale of the loaves and fishes but it will break my heart to have to throw them away...
Music-wise, the weekend has been fantastic. A combination of the edited highlights and live footage from Glastonbury coupled with the Facebook music quiz, which kept prompting me to pause and search YouTube for various golden oldies, at one point saw me laughing manically and dancing around my living room clutching my Cuban maracas and my plastic hand clapper. Of course the consumption of some duty free chocolate mint flavoured Baileys may have contributed to this.
Spoke to my mother on the telephone (I still haven't been brave enough to try and explain Skype to them). I haven't communicated with the parents for months now and I was holding out for them to call or email me - I get a bit put out at being the one to make contact all the time. I know that them not calling or writing doesn't mean they don't love me but I really do have to repeat that over and over till it sinks in sometimes LOL. I caved in because being in a foreign country from away from your family and friends can be seriously lonely sometimes. Sometimes you just need to touch base with people who know your history and share your roots. It was a lovely catch up but apparently they've been sick so now I've got 'bad daughter' guilt = bah.
Hamster cage is clean but the squealing bitches are now fighting each other for dominance. I knew girls would be trouble, but oy!
My trip to the hardware store to buy the plunger was hilarious. I wouldn't exactly call Homebase my second home, in fact it feels like I'm visiting a foreign land in which I don't speak the language whenever I walk around there dazed. Just locating the plungers was achievement in itself (and I had to enlist the help of shop floor staff to do so). I also managed, with great difficulty, to locate and purchase a knife sharpener. I know that sounds like an easy thing to do but rest assured it was a challenge... I was looking for an old style metal stick with cross hatching on it but came away with a plastic gizmo that houses two stone wheels which rotate when you pull he knife through. I'm pretty sure it works on a similar principal as the Wiltshire Stay Sharp knife - which I've just learned is an Australian invention! - but doesn't look anything like a long metal rod, so you'll forgive me for missing it on my first three circuits of the 'kitchen' section.
Moving right along, I need to brag about making my own breadcrumbs from stale baguettes. I thought I would need all four stale bread sticks to coat one chicken breast but it only required a disturbingly small half a one. I'm know stuck with ample stale bread, enough to recreate the mircale of the loaves and fishes but it will break my heart to have to throw them away...
Music-wise, the weekend has been fantastic. A combination of the edited highlights and live footage from Glastonbury coupled with the Facebook music quiz, which kept prompting me to pause and search YouTube for various golden oldies, at one point saw me laughing manically and dancing around my living room clutching my Cuban maracas and my plastic hand clapper. Of course the consumption of some duty free chocolate mint flavoured Baileys may have contributed to this.
Spoke to my mother on the telephone (I still haven't been brave enough to try and explain Skype to them). I haven't communicated with the parents for months now and I was holding out for them to call or email me - I get a bit put out at being the one to make contact all the time. I know that them not calling or writing doesn't mean they don't love me but I really do have to repeat that over and over till it sinks in sometimes LOL. I caved in because being in a foreign country from away from your family and friends can be seriously lonely sometimes. Sometimes you just need to touch base with people who know your history and share your roots. It was a lovely catch up but apparently they've been sick so now I've got 'bad daughter' guilt = bah.
Hamster cage is clean but the squealing bitches are now fighting each other for dominance. I knew girls would be trouble, but oy!