Monday, 7 September 2009
Scriptor Senex's post made me laugh out loud the other day. With his picture of a dirty-dish filled counter-top, I thought he'd managed to take a snap through my kitchen window!
So you know that I've been avoiding lifting things while I recover from my back operation, right?
And that has meant I can go grocery shopping, but I only manage to put away very light things in the cupboards of the shabby, (not 'shabby-chic', note!), kitchen; I can't endure lots of bendy-back, uppy and downy, movements...
And Grizz has been intermittently helpful, intertwined with hog-stubbornly recalcitrant...
I honestly never know which way to turn. Still, I do very little turning too!
Who was that who said, 'The Lady's not for turning!'... Anyhoo, it could have been me.
Well, after a rest and scarfing down some tea, (supper to our Over The Pond cousins), I sauntered through to the kitchen with my plate to wash up.
I spotted, out of the corner of my beady eye, a plastic punnet of blueberries sitting beside the toaster. Not a great place to leave blueberries, and possibly something of a fire hazard, so I called to my husband, GJ, as he walked through into the room, being up to my oxters in washing-up soap suds...
'Do you think you could pop those blueberries into the fridge, they must have been left out?'
'Sure, no probs', he cowered - I have him right under my thumb - SO NOT!
And he opened the fridge saying,
'I don't think this needs to be in there, do you?
That should make room for the blueberries!' As he said this, he was taking my new canister of Dove deodorant out of the fridge, replacing it with the beautiful blueberries...
You see, with teenagers, it pays to be obvious, to clarify every point... To leave nothing in any doubt. They take things literally sometimes, you see.
So, earlier, when I'd given him the bag full of groceries for refridgeration, and asked him to put them away... He had taken me totally at my word!
at 12:40 am