Sunday February 24, 2008
All the crappy has now been removed from the house, and the big clean is under way. Graham’s doing by far the bulk of the work, with me on kitchen duty and handling the business side.
Even so, it’s feeling tedious already. We have moved house far too frequently over the past five years or so, even for us.
Yesterday we called in at Asda/Wal-mart on our way to Sainsbury’s, seeking out some cheap ceramic soap dispensers Graham had seen on our last visit. They’re fine. Then, in Sainsbury’s, he picked up display bottles of balsamic vinegar, olive oil, and puy lentils for kitchen staging.
I think a spark of non-conformist rebellion hit the both us simultaneously as we regarded them sitting in the trolley.
“This is silly,” he said, putting them back on the shelf. “We have perfectly good lentils, olive oil and balsamic vinegar in the cupboard at home. Anyone needing to see it can jolly well open the door and have a good nose.”
“Great,” I said. “Those times are past, I’m sure of it. And I don’t think I’ll be baking bread rolls to impress, either. It’s all so yesterday.”
And that’s how it’s going to be. The house is nicely decorated, clean, good-smelling, and tidy, and it’ll stay that way. Anyone who wants staging can go down the road to the theatre.
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