Our landlord installed a shiny new oven as our old one, lovingly nicknamed "The Incinerator", finally went to oven heaven. Huzzah!
Housemate A immediately starts roasting and grilling meats in the oven, splattering fat all over the insides, latest experiment in progress being a whole chicken.
Me: "Um, can we perhaps, maybe, clean the oven after
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Have you considered applying for social funds or such - as this is clearly an educational project you're running there??
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Educational project indeed... As the Tories are very fond at the moment to replace all kinds of social services with so-called "Social Enterprises", I probably actually could apply for some money!
Felt very mumsy to start that discussion, but if I get cakes which don't smell of roast chicken out of it, I think it is a battle well worth fighting.
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And yes, it does seem to be connected with this blasted chromosome. I nearly cried of joy as Precious yesterday willingly and without being prompted repeatedly cleared away his crayons after colouring...
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