Arrrrrgh! (ot & not particularly interesting)

I knew this would happen.

We're moving house tomorrow, and after the last time, 'we' decided
that instead of doing the packing and cleaning ourselves, we'd get
a man in.

I booked the removals people, the packers, and the cleaners - so far so
good. The packers came round on Friday, and packed 95% of the stuff,
leaving the other 5% to be done tomorrow morning. Still going smoothly.

Recently, Amanda has been saying that she'll clean the house:

"It won't be a problem I'll do it, you go to work, there's not much to do."


To which I've been saying things like:

"Let's just let the cleaners do it, much less stressful for both of us.
We can go and look at furniture instead or something."


Anyway, the cleaners are coming on Thursday, so she'll not have time to
do it, I thought, being cunning.


This morning, she started packing stuff. Half an hour of gentle persuasion
later she's leaving the packing to the packers... I think... Happy that
she was too tired to do much, I went down to the garage to prepare that
for the movers.

Two hours later, "back love, garage is all do... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU
DOING! STOP!" The oven was in half a dozen pieces around her, and she
was busy scrubbing away at the grease on them, spraying Mr Muscle oven
cleaner as she went.

"You're not meant to use it like that, it's dangerous stuff, just leave
it for an hour and then rinse it off. You can do serious damage to
your skin and eyes and lungs like that; it doesn't work properly
if you just use it like normal cleaner either"

"But I haven't got time to leave it, I've got the rest of the house to do.
And I've got to get some more gloves, these ones have gone all funny."

"Aaaaargh! No you haven't! The cleaners! Stop!"

<half hour argument>

I've now given up. She's still cleaning the oven, using Mr M. Oven
Cleaner like it was soap. On her third pair of gloves.


Thank you for listening, I feel better now, and I'm going down to the
offy to get something to drink.

 

make sure it comes in cans so she doesn't have to wash anything up...

 

Ginge :

Heh-heh.

Oddly enough, that's exactly what I thought.

 

Bear :

Awww, she's lovely really; I think we've managed to take in some sail,
and now she's on a more even keel, iykwim.

 

Wimin, what what are they like?

 

Don't worry, Alan, I'll explain it when you're big enough.

 

http://www.cookerburra.co.uk

 

<g>

 

Don't think much of his van. On the other hand, he could get way with
doing his rounds on a pushbike with a squeegy, bucket and a can of Mr.
Muscle.

 

Stylish. Soon everyone will want one.

 

^^^^^ ^^^^^

is that some sort of japanese "Greatest Morning Greetings to
Honourable Spouse or Girlfriend! Now to eat Breakfast for more
enjoyable life!" thing?

 

<chortle>

 

darsy :

*snort*

No, but it would be better if it were.

 

"it pays to increase your engrish word-power".