Sometimes, even in meltdown, you just have to do the jobs you’d prefer not to tackle ………
……. and yesterday it befell Nigel and I to give the communal meter cupboard a right Mrs. Hinch-ing!
Goodness only knows when it was last done and Darrell, having a spooky late, great Derek Acorah (RIP) premonition type feeling, flatly refused to help out, despite his admiration of Mrs Hinch, fearing even the tiniest physical contact with any of it’s spiders, their accompanying sticky webs, even the husks of long deceased woodlice and other such creatures, claiming the 2 metres social distancing rule!! What is he like?
So, rather deal with one of Darrell’s attacks of the vapours we agreed that he should stay cocooned in The Towers, preparing an extra special spag bol with extra garlic bread for tea to make up for his absence.
On the other hand, Nigel was completely mesmerised by all such creatures, getting, to be honest, under my feet as he stood watching they, prodding them (gently) in an effort to ascertain whether they were dead or alive. “The dearly departed”, he said, “could be sucked up in vacuum cleaner but the living had to be saved!”, by himself, with the aid of a tumbler and piece of card, before being put back outside where freedom loomed and hence why a small job took far longer than it should have done.
And the aforementioned spag bol with extra garlic bread accompaniment? Absolutely delicious, Darrell dun gud, he was of much better use than if ever he’d been in the cupboard with Nigel and I. Happy Days!
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A fine job, with the reward of the spag bol and EXTRA garlic bread.
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