Housework

Have got this sussed.

This is what I have:

Bathroom wipes

Kitchen wipes

Floor wipes

Furniture wipes

Glass wipes

Oven wipes

Screen wipes (for TV and computers etc.)

Ha!

The kitchen wipes cost £1 for 120. All the above wipes are kak cheap.

It is an amazing way to clean. I love it.

What I don't have is ironing wipes

Pity.

And while I am moaning.....

I am off foxes now. He has taken my flip flops, and one grey shoe.

Note to self: Do not leave shoes outside anymore.

Worse than that, today he brought a bag of rubbish into the garden, a bag of rubbish from somebody who does not recycle! That is the limit! In this bag, (and over most of the garden bed) was a combination of plastic, food and paper! All in one bag! Unrecycled!

I draw the line at recycling other people's rubbish and put it all in the landfill (black) dustbin.

Bloody hell.

Stupid Doctor

You simply will not believe this doctor I went to see. First of all, she made me go to the surgery even though I could not walk, I had to take a taxi and it took me a good 3 minutes to get down the pathway and into the taxi, and was then ripped for £5 for a less than 2 minute trip.

After a cursory examination, she then asked me if I had any accompanying pain in my legs.

No I didn't.

Then she says do I have any accompanying pain in my 'toilet area'

TOILET AREA??

Fucking hell. I think I am quite old enough to understand medical terms relation to the parts of my body that fit into the oval of a toilet seat.

I have now found a doctor that is older than me (hard to do at my age) . I will go and see him this week. If he says 'toilet area' , waterworks (another favourite here) or 'back passage' I will never go to the doctor again until Dr Lauren is qualified.

Birthday Girl

Yes, that's right...this was my birthday treat, going to see Le Mis which I have always wanted to see! It is the longest running musical ever and is still not as old as me. That is a very depressing thought.

Nonetheless, despite being a Le Mis myself about the whole turning 50 thing, Dr Lauren put up with/ignored my bitching and moaning and organised a splendid day, theatre and then a fabulous evening at Cape Town Fish Market with all family and good friends. We had a marvellous time and got the last train back to Surbiton which was quite amusing with a somewhat trashed husband who laughed all the way home.

On my actual birthday I hobbled around like the old person I now am, having put my back out, got tablets from the stupid doctor that put my stomach out (although Dr Lauren did tell me not to have that glass of wine on my birthday, which apparently didn't help) Nonetheless, I was cured by an amazing chiropractor (from Durban) who magically returned me to an upright position.

Anyone who says 50 is the new 40 is talking crap.

Chicken a la yoghurt

Hmm...surprisingly nice, chicken breast baked in cranberry yoghurt.

India

Dr Lauren has been in India for what seems like forever , but they are back tomorrow.

I will be very glad to see her again and to express my joy will give her at least 16 yoghurts.

Rubbish Day!

Tomorrow is Rubbish Day. Yay!

So, I have emptied the inside food (brown ) caddy into the outside (brown, larger) food caddy, and LOCKED the lid. Have replaced all the liners, small blue/green in the small caddy (compostable, available in Sainsburys) larger green in the larger food caddy (also compostable, years supply in cupboard supplied by council)

I have squished as much rubbish as possible into the black wheelie bin, trying to ignore the million billion maggots that are there because of the fox eating the pigeon thing.

Have got all the glass and tins in the green bin, all the paper in the other green bin, and the cardboard in the white bag.

All has been placed in the alley in the order in which it is picked up.

1) wheelie bin

2) cardboard

3) paper and glass

4) food

What a fucking performance.