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That being the day after we move. Until then, not only do I have very little time to do things I like to do, I also appear unable to go to sleep in under three hours. Instead I lie there, desperately organising things in my head, and stressing out about the fact that I am unable to sleep.
Oooh, oooh, wanna see something gross?
That, my friends, is what was underneath the old stove. It is mouse poo embedded in old, congealed grease. It smelt. It took me a whole escape pod episode and half of a Cast On episode to make it look like this:
Can I just mention that I am glad I bought a new stove?
Did I even mention that I did buy a new stove? Here is a fuzzy picture of it still in its wrapping, sitting next to the new fridge, also still in its wrapping.
I went shopping with my mother and her new boyfriend and he convinced me to ask for money off. Oh, didn’t I mention that my mother has a new boyfried? I realise this should be a big deal, but since a) I didn’t exactly approve of the state of my paren’t relationships (personally I think divorce would have been a better option than suicide, but whatever) so it’s not like I feel betrayed on that front b) it makes her far less crazy and also more of someone else’s problem, and c) he’s a nice bloke (apart from his terrible taste in women) omg this is a long sentence. Anyway, what I am saying is, I’m remarkably unfussed. My sister is a bit freaked out and doesn’t like the idea of meeting or doing things with him, but since I dislike doing things with my mother anyhow, I don’t care. His wife is still alive – in a nursing home with alzheimers and doesn’t remember him – and his grown up children apparently are not OK with the new situation. Fair enough, too. Hmm, I guess we count as grown up children. His are ten years older.
ANYWAY. The stove is an Emelia – it was the last one in stock and there’s a new model so I got it for just over a grand when it should have been 2. Except that it’s got an electric oven, which is proving to be a bit of a pain, but it will sort itself out. Well, I’ll sort it out, anyway. The fridge is an upside down Westinghouse. I secretly lust after a side by side fridge, but they are ridiculously large – I could do with one where the fridge was the ize of the feezer, but they’re all massive. But the one I got will work excellently. And did I mention it is BRAND NEW? I am so excited to banish my old fridge. When I got home from shopping for the new one it was groaning away and I just looked it and thought ‘your time is UP buddy!’
I am also excited about the movers. MOVERS. People will come to my house and do all the LIFTING and the packing and the wrangling of things. They won’t say ‘do you really need all this wool?’ or ‘how much baking stuff do you have!’ Well, they might. But whatever. I won’t hear it because I won’t be on the other end of my massive desk, trying to lift it.
Anyway, I was going to misuse work time to write more (I was in early, ok?), but someone has just linked me to a fabulous job. So I am going to misuse work time to apply for that instead. Let me just say in closing: my friends are awesome, and so is my new yellow kitchen..