Just how grim can it get up north? (Actually, it's quite nice.) One woman's not-so-lonely journey into the Northern heartlands.
Friday, January 25, 2008
My life gets more glamorous as each day passes. First a rat takes up residence in the car and sets up a kebab shop or whatever it is that it is doing in there, I then spent this morning cleaning the men's urinals in the village hall. Friends are having a party tomorrow night and wanted everything spick and span so we set up a little cleaning party. I like blitzkreig cleaning - an every now and then full on assault, high tech chemical weaponry, does-not-happen-too-often-but-when-it-does-you-know-about it approach. I do not like the "little bit every day to keep on top of it" sort of cleaning. If I have to do that, I become very resentful and start muttering to myself like a crazy lady. Cleaning men's urinals is somehow far yukkier though than cleaning a ladies loo. In posh hotels in South Africa, they keep ice and lemon in them. I rather like that idea. I contemplated suggesting we do the same thing for the party tomorrow night but I am not sure we could keep the trough topped up with enough ice. Perhaps we could arrange a working party with the rats?
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Don't they say that sort of work is good for the soul though? Rather you than me - it's enough having two boys and a husband in the house.
Why weren't the blokes cleaning their own urinals? Just the idea..... coming over all faint.....
I like the idea of the ice and lemon in the urinal - but I am sure the ice would melt pretty quickly - still the lemon would smell nice.
Coooar - aint Mopsa cute?!
What's the purpose of the ice in the loo - something to aim at?
I loved the rat posting - please do a follow-up if your hubby is brave enough to go near the car.
I don't think my husband realises how glamorous my life is. He looked at the rip in his trousers this morning (so tiny you can hardly see it for God's sake) and said sadly ''didn't I show you this last week?". And? so? A hypothetical question, clearly. So i went off to clean the loo. I like the rat and the kebab shop.
You do live life to the full don't you. Hope the urinals are used after all your hard work and not the floor, you know what men are like for aiming.
why the hell are you cleaning mens bogs woman. Lets the dirty rats do it themselves.
Rats - well apparently we all live a few yards from the rodents, get a cat, we have three and nothing gets near
You must be a very good friend to clean the men's urinals for anyone. What a vile job. I think I'd rather deal with the rats.
Mutley, you flirt!
I once met a rat in my kitchen.
I telephoned Darling Husband requestin ghis immediate, if not sooner presence. I was heavily pregnant and somewhat hormonal, and greeted DH with a look that managed to convey the thought, she'll be booking into a hotel if I don't do something.
I had a perfect fitting front door and new windows ordered within the day, a glorious achievement. I should insist on a new car at the very least, the rat may have chewed something important! They carry diseases, got to be worth a new one....
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