Still transferring my blogs, and I’ up to this one, so, since I had a bot of a bad hair day today, I thought I’d re-cycle it 🙂
What is the point…
…… of clingfilm that doesn’t cling? Or cereal wax packets that resist all efforts to open them until you exert so much force that they burst open and spray cereal all over the kitchen? And why can no-one produce an airport luggage trolley which goes in the direction you push it easily, and every time? These are the real mysteries of life. Why can’t IKEA have their assembly instructions for flat-pack furniture translated directly into English instead of having it done in Bahasa first? Why is it that things that say ‘Open Here’ never do and screw-tops don’t? Why am I doomed to go through life pushing doors marked ‘Pull,’ and why are the toilets always at the other end of the building from me? Why are my car keys always in the last place I look, and my glasses always in the car when I’m in the house, and vice-versa and my umbrella always at the other end of the journey when it’s chucking it down? And, most of all, why me?
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Hello Bravo: I bought a handy little penknife recently to carry about, it came in a blister pack of really hard, dense, tough plastic. The ideal thing to open this package I thought wisely is a handy little penknife.
My late wife with blistering logic once told me “The reason your car keys are allways in the last place you look is because when you find them, you stop looking”
Because you are bloody disorganised!
Everything has its place in my establishments, woe betide the husband/staff that do not replace them exactly where they found them.
Fortunately the current incumbent sees it my way.
I could cook in my kitchen blindfolded, EVERYTHING has its place.
My mantra being, life is too bloody short and I am far too indolent to waste my time and life running round after people who cannot replace things, the greenhouse is the same.
I like to waste time messing about with things like this, not hunting for keys!
LW. Blister packs. Another invention from the same school as the afore-mentioned cereal packs and luggage trolleys. How, in the name of all that’s reasonable, is one supposed to open them without carving great gashes out of one’s fingers? (I usually finish up using the bread-knife.)
Christina… and then yousit on your glasses 🙂
never done it yet! Being rimless with minimal titanium frames and very light if I put them down they disappear on wooden surfaces though!
So I put them on a towel on the counter in the bathroom and hang them on the bedside lamp! fortunately they never leave my face in the day, can’t be doing with taking them off and changing them so I had these done as trifocals.
Losing things pisses me off so bad it hurts!
I am still sick as a parrot that spousal unit managed to lose two very valuable books of mine in the last move, they never came out of store. A Medici edition with fine Russell Flint lithos and an early chromolithographed book of Byron poetry. Worth a lot of money and now gone. I could do with a new car too!
I’ve done the transatlantic move 5 times now and if you ain’t organised you would be a basket case!
I own a lethal pair of Heinkel kitchen scissors that do in all packaging, bone, wire, you name it they cut it, to be recommended for packaging and errant spouses!
CO. 🙂 You’re talking to an old soldier, remember.
I know, I took great care never to marry such, i might (perhaps would) have lost the battle and war!
One always must know one’s limitations!
Never start what you can’t win!
I could cook in my kitchen blindfolded, EVERYTHING has its place.
I could take a Browning 9mm semi auto pistol to pieces blindfolded and reassemble it. It would probably have blown up in my face had I tried to fire it though. 🙂
toc, jolly useful attribute!
My preferred weapon of choice was a shotgun. I had a beautiful Browning Citori III 20 gauge, loaded with No 5, it had a nice adjustable choke system on it.
I always slept with it loaded under my bed, very useful lady’s accessory!
I don’t think I ever took it apart etc in the dark, but kept it beautifully clean in the daytime.
I had to sell it after I shot my chef! Bloody Ammanford Police made me.
Needless to say the chef was Irish, wish I’d killed him! The bastard was trying to lift 2 grand out of my safe! He never came back for his gear, too scared. I burnt it in the car park, one of those wonderful moments in life!
A place for everything and everything in its place – not that anyone would believe that if they looked at my study at the moment! But I know where everything is and can put my hands on it instantly…
Blister packs are the bane of my life – especially when they contain twice the number of items that I need or, even worse, one less than I want.
Clingfilm clings exceedingly well, to everything except what you want it to cling to!!
Hell’s bells, Christina! Remind me never to ruffle your fur.
Bravo – I have a small picture frame on the guest loo wall on which is written, “Home – the house you can walk around in the dark” and I can feel a blog stirring.
OZ