Categories: ramblings
Date: 01 December 2008 12:07:35
Before leaving for work this morning, I:
1) Put dinner in the slow cooker (lamb shank rogan josh, enough to have cold for lunch tomorrow at work as well).
2) Made and drank breakfast (yoghurt and fruit smoothie, lest you think I’ve started hitting the gin at that time of the day – 0700h is too early, even by my shockingly lax definition of “the sun’s always over the yard-arm somewhere.” Besides, I’ve run out).
3) Decided the dishwasher was full enough to run (I probably run it more often than I need to, but it uses far less water than me to do a better job), so set it going.
4) Shower, coffee, got dressed.
5) emptied bins. But I didn't put the new bin liners in.
So all I need to do when I get home tonight is a load of laundry, and cook some rice to go with my lamb, unless my housemate, an inveterate fiddler with things which are no concern of his and then denier of it, has fiddled with my slow cooker, in which case I will have a dead body to dispose of as well as a load of laundry to do.
I do like my slow cooker – there is something lovely, particularly at this time of year, about going out to work in the morning, and then coming home in the cold and dark to a house that smells wonderfully comfortingly of dinner, and not have to do anything much bar cook an accompaniment, serve, and eat.
I also adore my dishwasher. I hate washing dishes with a passion, particularly because when I was a child, whoever cooked did not have to do the dishes. Since I always cook, it is therefore officially Not Fair™ that I have to do the dishes as well. So I have acquired one of those table-top dishwashers, and it’s brilliant.
Hopefully there won’t be the full-fledged brawl this evening that there was on the Tube platform this morning – as best I can judge, someone shoved to get onto the train, one of the people being shoved objected, and a fight broke out that resulted in the transport police being summoned from their dungeon in the bowels of the station. Dear me, people, the Central Line runs every minute at that time of day, and if your timing to get to work on time is so tight that you can’t wait for a whole 90 seconds (Transport for London minutes last 90 seconds), then I suggest getting up a wee bit earlier.
Thank you all for your prayers, good wishes and positive thoughts, by the way – they worked.