I washed under the stove, no not a highlight. It wasn't for the Club Med for spiders I wiped out.
I disturbed a cockroach who promptly disappeared, slippery little cocker.
After all that I need a cuppa, Earl Grey, Fairtrade which apparently is anything but.
I lit the gas.
Cockroach was sitting on the hob.
No wonder he disappeared. Apollo 13 slingshotting around the moon had nothing on this beast.
A minute's silence now. He's dead. 508 million more to go.
8 comments:
"I washed under the stove."
It's a lot less cramped if you use the bathroom sink like most sensible people.
But, but, but where would I keep the coal?
In the spoon, as per your previous post. Plus you'll have something to stir it with.
Spoon rest? Where is that? A bar used to have a 'drink schnapps from the go go boi dancer's navel' prize. Clearly I would not be allowed to win as I quite like pepper schnapps. Ouch!
Dear lord you need a medal for venturing under the stove, isn't that where Bin Laden is rumoured to be roasting his buns?
Phil, still with us and not in a leaky boat in Rockhampton. You're going to have to stop dancing, Qld's had enough rain.
Andrew, my kind of bar. A fine old port is best for navel drinking and one advantage of getting old is the drops get caught in the wrinkles.
Jayne, it's another of those tasks that gets a gold star on the calender. I was genius to have a flexible hose fixed to the gas pipe so I can roll the stove out for easy cleaning. Tip no. 2 for a clean oven, leave all the baking dishes inside. It's such a pain to take them out you'll never use it.
That number 2 tip, that's clever!
So what'sthis about fairtrade, anything by fair? What have I been missing?
Kirsten, I've got the link but the URL goes on for miles so go to WWW.dailymail.co.uk/ and type Fairtrade into the search box. It's the rich get richer and the poor get screwed as usual.
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