Wednesday 7 November 2012

One flew over the cooker hood.

I was starting to feel like I was going a bit mental this morning. Overwhelmed, is probably a more accurate description, but at the time, looking around at all the mess, all the jobs needing doing, I felt like I was losing the plot. A kind of paralysis swept over me, and I just felt like there was no way I could do anything, so I asked Hamish if he fancied having a quick snooze with Mummy, and off we went. Some people say when confronted by a list of unpleasant activities you should start with the worst one and get it over with, but sometimes, when the list seems so horrendously long, you might be as well just having a wee nap.

Now, refreshed, I have phoned round all our doctors and dentists to ask if any of them would like any more money off us. I've made an appointment with my doctor to get full bloods done inthe hope that I can speed up my driving license renewal after we return to England. Then I decided that if I did some of the jobs needing doing in the kitchen that I'd feel a bit better. So I've cleared out a cupboard, binned some stuff, and after realising I'm out of bin bags, got stuck into cleaning the glass wall and the cooker hood.

I'm a terrible one for thinking the whole time "this'll be the last time I...". It's never anything poetic, just practical nonsense like "this will be the last time I buy kitchen roll in this country".  Ridiculous, but it makes me feel a bit sad. Anyway, I am vowing that this will be the last time I clean that cooker hood. It is the wobbliest thing, and I couldn't help but worry that knowing my luck, this would be the time that it would decide to crash down and smash the hob. I was tempted to leave the darn thing filthy as it was, but I suspect the evil letting agent will be going over the place looking for issues, and that would include getting on her broomstick to check the top of the cooker hood.

This afternoon Hamish and I will be going out to buy bin bags for the very last time in this country.

8 comments:

  1. :( I don't like these 'last times' either. Boo!

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    1. Yes, in every way, they suck. Though I am looking forward to the last time I have to clean these floors, but I think I am only on the 23rd last time I clean them. *note to self: smallest smaller place next time*

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    2. Yep, there are definitely some negatives to a big apartment!

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    3. It appears I can no longer string a comment together. A combination of cleaning products and my iPad I think. And yes, this place is killing me. I won't be entirely sad to say goodbye to certain aspects of this place.

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  2. Your blog is making me sad! Stop it!!

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    1. Oh I feel awfully sad. But I stopped to make this year's lantern for Laterne Fest with Hamish and that's cheered me right up. This years chosen theme: mountain goats with lasers (or lightsabres possibly). I defy you not to smile.

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  3. I'm sorry. I want to be sad, but I keep smiling thinking about the letting agent flying over the cooker hood on her broomstick.
    I think she may also work part time in Switzerland.
    A friend of mine was handing over her apartment and the agent checked INSIDE the toilet cistern....
    I kid you not.

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    1. Oh you are kidding! I was just about to worry about where to prioritise that job in my never ending list, when I realised that I'd have to take a sledge hammer to the tiles to get to the cisterns. Mind you, she'll probably still complain that I haven't done that.

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