Weekend with the parents.
Specialist appointment for Dad.
Colonoscopy for me (all as tickety-boo as one wants one's colon to oscope about)
Bad poetry.
Still loving Paradise 2 but the honeymoon is over and the ports have been unpacked.
The oven has proven why you don't buy ovens in a supermarket which apparently occurred prior to our purchase of the house.
The light over the stove doesn't work.
There is no variation on the flame - high or low - and the ignition doesn't ignite.
I am laying blame at the imperfect door of said oven for the worst outcome ever of the perpetual experiment that is sourdough.
Paid a fortune for my car to undergo a prophylactic procedure for timing issues.
Had a book club gathering - made pikelets and lemon butter. Discussed Heart the Lover by Lily King and Yesteryear by Caro Claire Bourke.
Discovered that the tricolour is blue white and red to the right.
Am now attending the gym on a semi regular basis.
V had a futile few hours with medical professionals who want to try again in Brisbane.
Spent another little fortune to the mechanic to attach a new mirror.
In the gaps work, driving Paris to and from work and sleep.
(Apologies in advance for the use of the vernacular in the below)
2 comments:
The light over the stove probably just needs a new globe. Take of the cover and unscrew the old one and match it at the local supermarket. I think they come two to a box. As for the rest of the stove, you might as well cook over a fire in the yard. Get a new one as soon as you can.
Or a good repair man. I'd send you my dad if he was alive, he was always in demand to fix stoves when he was working for SAGASCO.
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