I’ve written before about incidents which suggest a very strange
mind set.
So, our shower head was leaking drop by drop. Our plumber
could not find a reason and nor could he fix it. Each drop was spraying around
the shower floor and surrounding glass – marking the latter. I always placed
the head on the floor after a shower – no drops, no spray. I requested her to
do the same over a period of many months. No dice. A year and a half down the
road, mould has started to grow and, finally, she also now places the head on
the floor.
She dropped some ethnic snacks on the floor some years
ago and as these little balls are sticky, they picked up dust. I suggested
throwing them away. No. They went back into the container with the remaining
clean ones (making it all unusable) and this container has been with us – on her
bedside table – since 2011 or 2012. It even moved house in 2014 and is still on
the bedside table in 2016.
When grilling something in the oven, I always use some foil
so that the oil and herbs or whatever do not mark the dish; this makes
subsequent cleaning very easy in that you can throw away the foil. She prefers to
scrub away for a considerable time rather than use my suggestion of using a foil.
Exaggerating you say?
We moved into our current house in summer 2014. The previous
owner’s parents live literally across the road from us. Some Christmas cards arrived
in December 2015 for our predecessor. We do not have a forwarding address for
them. ‘Should I drop them over the road?’ I ask. ‘No, I will.’
Christmas Day passes, January – still on our mantelpiece.
‘A bit late now,’ I say, ‘I’ll throw them away.’
They are brought back into the house, remain on our mantelpiece
and it is now March 24th 2016.
Tiring, far too tiring.
No comments:
Post a Comment