I told you so!

More musings and probably now mutterings from Marseille…

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I realised a while back that I am not always right (infact I am often wrong) but what a relief. How boring would it be to always  get it right,  living in a world of total nicompoops.?  So I try not to beat myself up when I make mistakes or huge, huge boo-boo’s.

Yet last Sunday, I smashed it. Nothing world changing just a win in the environment of my teeny, tiny,  mrs pepperpot household. So let me explain briefly. The door to the kitchen larder (have yearned all my life for one of those) was a bit broken, in that the door could not be shut.  To make it brief: a metal rod thing that was fixed into the floor tiles but yet grooved into the inward opening door frame had come adrift.  Anyone still with me?

So this all happened about a month ago.  Frog is in charge of bricolage -diy.  What a relief after years and years of doing it all myself.  Even managed to put in a dimmer switch once without killing anyone…Anyway, Frog had been mulling it over  all this time which means he didn’t have a clue.  Not easy as there was no obvious solution but enough was enough.  So Sunday morning he got down to business.  I could see that after ten minutes he was getting crosser and crosser as it was tricky but in my world , all problems have solutions without  totally losing the plot.  If that fails a good cry will do.  Anyhoo, he tried to get into the larder to fix it from within but I obviously feed him too well and  it was so not going to work. How I wish I had taken a photo of him then..

“Ma chérie” he said and to paraphrase- maybe we should just accept defeat and take the door off and put another curtain up.  The French love curtains instead of cupboard doors- I don’t have wardrobe doors anymore just sets of curtains.  Charming for a while but they get dusty and you can’t totally shut off how your tee shirts are not perfectly arranged or colour co-ordinated.  ( A touch of ocd maybe? ).

So this was the impetus I needed: ” Let me try, I am smaller than you- I know I can do it “, French shrug was the reply and “et après?”. Well, I did manage to  reverse my way in: thank you to my Italian genes for making me short, thank you for my gym membership to allow me to burn off some of the wine  calories that I drink and a final thanks to my wonderful yoga teachers that I had in London who helped me achieve “the crow” and other weird bendy positions. Great Oscar speech methinks!

Pre-ending got the rod back in it’s socket – no idea how! Frog then told me that washers were needed underneath to raise the door or it would scrape.  So I dismantled it again – still no idea how and then refixed it, again, no idea how but clearly the angel of bricolage was on my shoulder . But heck she must be truly skinny cos really no room in there- must ask her for her régime!

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Pyjamas Primark – Spring Collection 2016!

 

PS: Frog was very tempted to shut me in and it would  be impossible to get out but I had described  in detail what I would be cooking for lunch and so yet again greed got the better of him (phew)

PS: After my victory , I was inspired to totally reorganise the larder and to do a total spring clean – even polished the silver (yep more ocd  and more tomorrow).

PPS: I have got so used to the door being broken that I keep forgetting to shut it. For goodness sake!

PPPS: If nothing is heard from me for a while, please check the larder. I have enough rations for a week or so….

Et Toc!!!!!!