It's spring again, it'll soon be summer and another Car Free Day beckons, there really should be more of these. Oh how I long to rollerblade along the poorly maintained crappy narrow streets and cycle recklessly fast into the tunnels (the one near Laeken was open last year), but really I doo look forward to that day.
I was vacuuming the matress when I noticed that the suction was rather poor, "this machine is only a few months old" thought I in perplexed puzzlement. Then it dawned on me, I hired a new cleaner in December! she hasn't emptied it! It's been three months! It's a bagless wonder and of course I'd forgotten how to do it so I managed to release the dust before I removed the container and all the crap when into the wrong bit. So instead of effortlessly tipping the dust container into the bin (which is the key selling feature of said cleaner) I had to lift the whole machine, turn it upside down and shake it (that hosepipe should be detachable but I couldn't get it off). I cleaned the machine out and vacuumed the kitchen floor, which is where most of the dust went and has thus ended up back in the vacuum cleaner. A futile excercise is housework, aaah yes - that's why I hired the cleaning lady.
It reminds me of that nursery rhyme about the old lady who swallowed the fly and the spider and so on, doing one thing to fix the previous foul up. What a revolting disgusting song, then she swallowed a cat as I recall it. I think my favourite nursery rhyme was about "this old man", apparently he was playing "knick knack" a lot and whacking paddies. Of course I didn't understand that at the time. But the songs we sang in the scouts topped both of those; "ging gang gooly" etc. Absolute and utter gibberish, what sane and sensible adult wants to spend her evenings off teaching this nonsense to children? None I suppose, if the two wet-weekends we had for leaders are anything to go by.
I just went to close the doors and put the heating on a little when I realised the heating's been on full blast all day! I didn't notice because it had been such a nice day I had all the doors open. Damn!
This boring but harmless day is turning into an annoyance. Bloody Sunday! Where are my Hula Hoops? There's never any plain ones, only Barbecue and flipping Bolognese Sauce flavour. It's always the same here, everythings set up be just not quite what you want. Why should I carry a bottle of vinegar to the seaside? What the bloody blazes is Hector's Chicken?? get KFC already for crying out loud!! And most of all, stop calling that crappy putrid day-glow cat vomit "curry", it's blatantly obvious even to a half senile Englebert Humperdinck fan from Bournemouth - you wouldn't know a curry if it dressed itself up in wire framed spectacles and a loin-cloth, kicked you in the marital aids department and said "Hello, you can call me Mahatma", aaarrrgghhh!
Bagless wonder, my backside!!!!
Well, it's been a funny sort of day in all, I never did get to see the glorious mountains and valleys of the hidden paradise that is nurse Gladys Emmanuel. Still, tomorrow's another day...