Sunday 8 November 2009

Our crazy house

There's not much time to post, since I'm helping my husband reconstruct a double stroller we picked up for next to nothing in the charity shop last month.  It was pretty filthy, and in order to clean it, he had to unscrew quite a lot of it.  It seemed quite simple at the time, but even with two physics degrees between us - three if you count his PhD - we can't get it to be anything but "a bit too floppy."

Meanwhile, I need to keep nipping off to check if enough tomato ketchup has pooled in the bottom of a new bottle for me to squeeze into an old bottle.  My 2 year old son tried to set the table for tea (putting out only what he viewed as essentials i.e. the tomato ketchup and nothing else) but the baby grabbed it, dropped it on the floor and smashed the top.  It hadn't yet been opened which saved a considerable mess, but it was a non-squeezable bottle of squeezy suace.  Still, we're lax in the frequency of our trips to the recycling centre, so the old bottle with top intact was still in a box in the garage.  Disaster was averted.

My husband wishes he had taken photos of our floppy stroller.  I am off to pour a whisky to calm and help him.

Here's a photo of my unintentional footwear combo to keep us non-drinkers calm. 

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