It’s the Little Things
1. My freezer door fell off yesterday… it’s balanced and relying on the top fitting. It seems to be working, but a loose freezer door on an upright freezer can’t be good.
2. My washing machine is lovely, washes and spins just as it should. However, if I took away the key ring that’s wedged under one of the feet, it would be way out of balance and would shudder and vibrate all round the kitchen.
3. My front door has a glass panel in it that’s cracked, thanks to little brats last year who were throwing eggs during Hallowe’en.
(Inserted rant: I HATE the trick or treat aspect of Hallowe’en. Quite apart from the religion related aspects, which don’t particularly bother me, it’s nothing more than an excuse for snotty-nosed kids to come round begging and bothering people who don’t want to be bothered. Yes, have parties, that’s fine… but bloody well stop the trick or treating. Can’t we (the UK) be satisfied with our own traditions? After all, we have our very own Guy Fawkes Night on 5th November, why the hell do we need to import the tacky, crappy Hallowe’en “traditions?”)
4. For some unknown reason, my computer keeps turning off. I suddenly get a black screen – like a hard shut down – and then it restarts. However, the restart is just as if it was shut down properly. Happens once or twice a day. Bloody annoying.
These are four little things not quite right in my house. But to get these four little things put right would cost me hundreds of pounds that I don’t have.
Just occasionally, very occasionally and absolutely rarely, I question my decision to walk out of an abusive marriage. (Ex would have known someone in his dubious circle of on-the-dole-but-working-on-the-side acquaintances and family that he could call on to sort out these little things.) Until I look at it with perspective, and then I don’t!
Halloween kids…tsk. Where I used to live, we got Halloween teenagers dressed in bin liners, expecting congratulation for their ingeniusness…that’s probably not a word, but it should be…
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I totally agree with your view on Halloween. As well as it being imported and unnecessary, it teaches kids the principles of blackmail! Nice. Where did the last para suddenly jump from?
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Trick or treating is for little kids. I like the adult version of Halloween.
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Damn, the door FELL off! Ooops. Hmm, I hate Halloween too although we’ve been known to have Halloween parties which were nothing more than an excuse to drink huge quantities of mulled wine. About two years ago I was living with a family and it was fun watching them apple bob and the like. Erratic computers annoy the pants off me, it has to be said.
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I love Halloween. It’s the only ‘seasonal’ thing I get behind. But I hate the trick or treat nonsense that has migrated our way from America. It drives me batshit. I love dressing up, the gorier the better. I would replace Christmas with Halloween any day. I have a handy husband that gets loaned out occasionally. He could fix all those things for you – if only we lived closer! I think you need to find some friends with handy husbands who don’t mind helping their wives’ friends.
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Appliances all seem to go wrong at once, don’t they? They are easier to ignore and live with than an abusive husband.
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Yes, one of the minor irritations of living without “a man about the house” is the little things that remain unfixed. I’ve got a few of them, too – and some have been unfixed for a very long time. But some of my married friends are in the same situation – with a husband who knows no more about fixing things than they do and knows no more useful contact people than they do!
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With my IT hat on, your computer is probably giving you the Blue Screen of Death, but Windows XP by default is set to automatically reboot when this occurs so you don’t actually get to see the error message (or indeed the blue screen). Let me know if you want any advice.
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Does your washing machine not have adjustable feet? Most recent models do, older ones tend to have only adjustable rear feet in my experience. As for trick or treating, I hate it too. I find that answering the door wearing a blood-stained clown outfit, wielding a rusty hand-axe usually sees the little blighters off. It’s a little difficult to explain when the vicar comes round for tea though…
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Screw the candy. Halloween is my excuse to wear a corset out to bars without being accused of sluttery.
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Sometimes it IS the little things that add up to drive us to the point of insanity. I feel you here. RYN: About Chris. Thanks…for the compliment.
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RYN…lol, but true!
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RYN: *grin* You can have the oxalis; I’ll keep the poppies.
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