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Aug. 22nd, 2006 04:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolApparently, God wants me to a. smell and b. me hungry, because last night was... incidental.
At six, Dad and I were still waiting for the plumber. Mum then phones, informing Dad that her tire had burst. Being thoroughly gender-controlled like this (I do all my own car maintenance and phone the RAC when I can't) Dad leapt out to do the job, leaving me waiting for the plumber.
An hour on, I'm starving to death and the plumber is still doing... I don't know. Mysterious plumber-y things.
Yeah. Not so good.
Anyway, today we have water back and a non-leaky tap of death, so hurrah! thought I, and I've just been upstairs, and got my cleaner-head on. People who have, perhaps, ever seen my living spaces, will ponder why exactly I spend my life as a cleaner, because I don't actually do crazy things like, you know, clean on a regular basis. I cannot clean my own living space, because it is something I am familiar with, and this includes the pile of clothes on the floor. Somewhere else, I have no problem making it sparkling. However, I put on work mode, and picked up all the cups and plates and glasses and washing, and I put the dishwasher on and went to go and put my stuff (including my now three day old work uniform that really needs a wash) in the washing. I even had plans for cycles and stuff.
The washing machine is non-operational. I've put the clothes in to a 2/3 capacity (anymore and the washing machine tends to smoke a bit) and I've put the conditioner in the wee drawer and the tablets in the wee bag, turned the dial to the right setting, and switched 'on' and... nada. Nyet.
(Yes, I have checked that it's plugged in. It is.)
I'm not best pleased. Dad is not at home (gender relations aside, he more or less in In Charge of Technical Stuff, so he might know what I'm not doing) and Mum will be useless. So, I have nothing to wear to work tomorrow and something else to fret about.
--
Ah. Mum came home, and we fixed the fuse. I remember something from GCSE about how terrible it is to use the wrong fuse, and we used a 3amp rather than a 13amp. I was then told by my mother that if anything else went wrong in the house, she was packing her bags.
Happy fun times! However, it is three weeks and four days until I move out for uni. Hurrah!
~Hathy_Col~
At six, Dad and I were still waiting for the plumber. Mum then phones, informing Dad that her tire had burst. Being thoroughly gender-controlled like this (I do all my own car maintenance and phone the RAC when I can't) Dad leapt out to do the job, leaving me waiting for the plumber.
An hour on, I'm starving to death and the plumber is still doing... I don't know. Mysterious plumber-y things.
Yeah. Not so good.
Anyway, today we have water back and a non-leaky tap of death, so hurrah! thought I, and I've just been upstairs, and got my cleaner-head on. People who have, perhaps, ever seen my living spaces, will ponder why exactly I spend my life as a cleaner, because I don't actually do crazy things like, you know, clean on a regular basis. I cannot clean my own living space, because it is something I am familiar with, and this includes the pile of clothes on the floor. Somewhere else, I have no problem making it sparkling. However, I put on work mode, and picked up all the cups and plates and glasses and washing, and I put the dishwasher on and went to go and put my stuff (including my now three day old work uniform that really needs a wash) in the washing. I even had plans for cycles and stuff.
The washing machine is non-operational. I've put the clothes in to a 2/3 capacity (anymore and the washing machine tends to smoke a bit) and I've put the conditioner in the wee drawer and the tablets in the wee bag, turned the dial to the right setting, and switched 'on' and... nada. Nyet.
(Yes, I have checked that it's plugged in. It is.)
I'm not best pleased. Dad is not at home (gender relations aside, he more or less in In Charge of Technical Stuff, so he might know what I'm not doing) and Mum will be useless. So, I have nothing to wear to work tomorrow and something else to fret about.
--
Ah. Mum came home, and we fixed the fuse. I remember something from GCSE about how terrible it is to use the wrong fuse, and we used a 3amp rather than a 13amp. I was then told by my mother that if anything else went wrong in the house, she was packing her bags.
Happy fun times! However, it is three weeks and four days until I move out for uni. Hurrah!
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-08-22 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-23 11:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-23 01:34 pm (UTC)Three weeks and three days now!
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Date: 2006-08-23 01:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-24 07:23 am (UTC)*g*
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Date: 2006-08-24 11:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-29 10:06 am (UTC)it probably was just a washer, in which case your mysterious plumber is crap.
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