Housework fairies and spurious dinner

[ailbhe]

Last week the inimitable flybabydizzy came and cleaned our house. And talked to us. And played scrabble with us. The house looked like the housework fairies had come in the night and transformed it, especially the kitchen. Now they're gone, and with me post-section, they're not coming back. It's all I can do to end the day with the three of us fed and not covered in our own excretions. Or each other's, come to that; I got copiously peed on yesterday.

Also yesterday, Rob and I had a weird conversation on IM.

ailbhe: Unless you've moved the oats, I can't reach the slow cooker, you know
rob: I didn't know that
ailbhe: It's a big stretch
ailbhe: I can't do big stretches
rob: I could come home and tip it in in half an hour - I forgot to bring my lunch so could pick it up then
ailbhe: Hee, that would be helpful
rob: ok, I'll do that. It'll only be a flying visit mind you
ailbhe: Or I could do it in a saucepan, but then what about your lunch?
rob: I'll take it back here
ailbhe: No, I mean f you dn't come home I can do dinne rin a pan
ailbhe: but you have no lunch
rob: If I don't come home I'll have to buy something

So he came home, filled the slow cooker with the prepped dinner, hung out the laundry, kissed everyone, picked up his lunch, and left.

It wasn't until the potatoes were almost done and it was about serving time that we realised the slow cooker had been off all that time. So we invoked the microwave, which was... ok.

I really need to move stuff so I can reach everything in the kitchen again. Being out of action causes all kinds of chaos.

Comments

[k425.livejournal.com]

we realised the slow cooker had been off all that time.

Oh, bum!