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Forks and tin foil
May. 20th, 2005 02:50 pmHuzzah! Huzzah! I get paid on Tuesday. Please excuse this outpouring of joy, but having been broke for about three weeks, this is a source of great personal excitement for me. That was very much the downside of the shit-I-have-to-move motif of the past month: the whole coming up with a deposit thing. Not at all good, leaving me as cassée as a broken thing. But pay day looms and all will be well. Yes indeedy.
And once I get paid, I have a huge list of things I need to buy because men, apparently, can manage without a single wooden spoon. How? How is that possible? I had to stir my baked beans with a dessert spoon which, inevitably, kept burning me the further I went in the proceedings. And, speaking of cutlery, I was not kidding about having to wash it all. It was the last word in manky. Yes, boys, you have to clean BETWEEN the tines of forks. A radical concept, I know. But there it is. But returning to the no-cooking-utensils theme, it also extends to there being nothing in the foil/cling film area. Plus the spongy thing for washing up looks about four years old and probably didn’t start out that grey colour.
I have not spoken to Mary for months. I am a bad, bad, bad friend. I must call her. Oh, see the badness of me.
And once I get paid, I have a huge list of things I need to buy because men, apparently, can manage without a single wooden spoon. How? How is that possible? I had to stir my baked beans with a dessert spoon which, inevitably, kept burning me the further I went in the proceedings. And, speaking of cutlery, I was not kidding about having to wash it all. It was the last word in manky. Yes, boys, you have to clean BETWEEN the tines of forks. A radical concept, I know. But there it is. But returning to the no-cooking-utensils theme, it also extends to there being nothing in the foil/cling film area. Plus the spongy thing for washing up looks about four years old and probably didn’t start out that grey colour.
I have not spoken to Mary for months. I am a bad, bad, bad friend. I must call her. Oh, see the badness of me.
