Today is the day, the Blogger gets up early
to walk with her U3A Walking Group. After that, she joins her friends for a
tennis morning, all this, while I am bored at home. Of course, she leaves long
before I get up at the crack of dawn. When I climbed out of bed, had a shower
and ventured into the kitchen, I found her note.
She left a list of things for me to do
while she was gone:
1.
Take out the trash bins.
2.
Wash the breakfast dishes and
wipe the kitchen benches.
Being well trained, I didn’t see a problem
with that. So, I made myself some
breakfast, which I enjoyed while playing ‘Bookworm’ on the iPad, (we’re up to 6
million at the moment) then I went to boil the jug for a cuppa, when I saw that
my iPhone had a flat battery. I thought I’d better charge it. While I was
looking for the charger in the drawer, in which we also keep pens and pencils, notepaper and
stuff, I noticed that the paper holder which normally carries 6”X6” precut
notepaper was empty. I thought, I’d better cut some up to fill the container.
So I went down to my office and headed tor the scrap paper and the guillotine
to cut some square notepaper, I saw on the computer screen, that there were 6
email messages.
I sat down and started to read the
messages, most of them were jokes from friends, which I immediately forwarded
to other friends. But the last message was from one of our U3A students,
wanting me to contact him. It sounded urgent, so I picked up the phone when I
heard intermittent beeping, which means we had phone messages.
I dialed 101 to retrieve the
messages. Nothing really important.
Now, where was I? Ah yes, I was making a cup of tea. So once again, I went
upstairs to boil the jug. At the top of the stairs, I saw the projector we use
for our Blogging Class. I remembered that there was a cable in the bag that
actually belonged to me. So I opened the bag, took the cable out and went
downstairs to my office where the cable is normally kept on a hook in the
cupboard door. To my amazement I noticed the hook was loose, so I went to fetch
a screwdriver from the workbench in the garage. My favorite screwdriver was not
where it usually is in the toolbox, in fact, the toolbox looked in a bit of a
mess. I took it from the shelf and emptied the tools onto the garage floor,
where I started to methodically wipe them with a cloth and proceeded to replace
them back into the toolbox. I normally keep a torch in the toolbox as well and
discovered the batteries were flat. I know we keep batteries upstairs in a
special draw of the bureau. So I went upstairs again to fetch new batteries.
The bureau door was locked and I couldn’t
open the drawers. That was strange, as the key is normally kept in the lock. Oh
well, someone must have put it on the keyboard in the broom cupboard. I went
looking. In the broom cupboard I saw that for some reason, the broom handle hat separated from
the broom head. Easily fixed. I took both parts and went downstairs into the
garage and found the hammer in the half-cleaned open toolbox.
To join both the broom head to the handle I
needed some strong wood glue. I keep some really strong glue under the stairs,
but it needs to be heated in a gluepot to melt it down. I grabbed a stick and
went upstairs into the kitchen again, and not having a gluepot, I grabbed a saucepan (OK, she isn’t here, so she can’t see
it) and started to melt the stuff on the cook top. It took a while to melt, but
melt, it did. So, back down into the garage with the glue pot. Going down the stairs, I spilled some
of the hot glue onto the stairs. Oops, she’ll go bonkers if she sees that, I’d
better clean that up. So I went back upstairs to fetch a cloth. The evidence
removed, I proceeded back upstairs to wash the cloth and return it under the
sink. Ok, now let’s fix that broom.
Back in the garage, I was halfway through
fixing the broom when the garage door opened and the Blogger drove in. Looking
at my watch, I saw that it was midday.
I realized, I didn’t have a cup of tea, I
didn’t cut any notepaper, I didn’t put away the projector cable, I didn’t fix
the hook in the cupboard, I hadn’t replaced the torch batteries, I hadn’t fixed
the broom. Neither had I put out the garbage or wiped the kitchen benches. Oh
and I hadn’t cleaned the saucepan.
‘Hello, dear!” how was your morning, I
asked.
