Post by thesentientpasty on Nov 3, 2018 13:06:13 GMT
We all have THOSE jobs which we put off, don't like doing, try to pass off to someone else ... but I'd like to announce to my fellow Idlers that I awoke this morning eager, willing and ready to tackle the oven.
Caustic soda in a bag is the way to do this. I've scrubbed, polished and - after ninety really very satisfying minutes - now have a shiny oven that looks exactly like the picture on the oven cleaner box, and not like the inner depths of some semi-collapsed lave tube buried deep under a seriously neglected volcano.
I'm now basking in a post-THOSE jobs sense of satisfaction.
Next up? Put away the substantial washing-up tower, make a tea, and find a biscuit.
Life gets little better than this. I shall therefore whip the THOSE jobs enthusiasm horse until it stumbles at the 7th fence, unseating me and casting me head-first into the hedge of CAN'T BE ARSED.
There's been a second hand double glazed unit leaning against the garage wall for a year, intended to replace the rotten wooden one that was in there. It might have stayed there for another year, too, had the old one not fallen out on Wednesday. Arse.
I have spent the day fitting it, and while I think it looks good I would rather not have spent my day off in such a fashion!
so, my sister and her hubby are bit of slobs. and slobbery begats slobbery and eventually some things become too hard to contemplate.
so I went down to 'help' get her started on this with The Kitchen.
mess is one thing but a decade of some dirt...anyhoo lets not go there cos everyone has different standards.
but the fun thing was The Cupboard.
I opened this door and all this stuff just started falling out. its not clear from the pic but this is a full height cupboard. like an understairs cupboard.
shopping bags. of many flavours. out they came. one, ten, many....
halfway clear and shelves and that long lost dusting stick emerging from the depths, we found attached to the wall..
one of those things for putting carrier bags into to dispense them
and still they came. I mostly blame the husband for this, but my sister sure is part of the problem too.
and a full One Hundred And Eight (we counted) plastic bags later...
it soon filled up again but with sensible things like brooms and the stepladder.
incidently above this cupboard was a smaller one that no one has been able to open in ten years. somehow I prised that bitch open and found it was full of tins of paint. like really full. of at least ten year old paint.
so I shut the door and we left it there.
I think I might have helped boost her doing these jobs. bez talks of doing the oven. I think that's a task too far for sister. have suggested she pay someone to do it.
Post by thesentientpasty on Dec 1, 2018 13:17:19 GMT
That's MY blue Ikea bag tidy, and I want it back.
Mess? Ugh ... Can't be doing with it in the house. Bez Castle is spotless, much of the time. It's only the kitten who makes much mess, and we let him off, not least because of his upcoming Christmas present. (A trip to a vet with a sharp knife.)
That said, the Busy Bez Boat Shed is, on the other hand, a sawdust-filled tip, while The Purple Car Of Doom had its first clear-out in eight months last weekend. The car has carpets! Who knew?
On my list of jobs for some time (maybe a year?) has been to clear all the dead branches and leaves etc. out of the dyke at the back of the house. Taking advantage of the fact that it's been raining here for the best part of two days now, and the dyke has been transformed into a raging torrent, I podged all the stuck crap with the rake and helped nature take its course in the form of moving it all to the botton of the hill.
It's always better to find a way of working round a problem than ploughing through it