Now we know it sounds more than a little strange but it is the only explanation that we have come up with and you know that two heads are better than one when solving mysterious things.
It all started when she realised that Wizard would need a clear path to the window in our bedroom. Plucking up courage to tackle the heap of stuff, such a 'good' descriptive word, she started sorting it out and realised it wasn't half as bad as she had thought, because, in fact, the huge pile of ? was only a tiny neat pile of laundry sitting on the top of my other big cage!
With that cage moved back up on top of a cupboard, there was the clear path.. phew.. relief all round, as I thought I might be called in to help at one point it looked so dire! There was a big plastic storage box sitting on the floor, what was in it? Eureka! Her spare light bulbs of all different types, the box usually lives under the bed, so it went back there.
Then there was another box, what is in here? OH! Oh dear.. what do you do with momentoes? Most of what was in this box were her photos and paperwork from the six week trip that she did through Scandinavia, Poland, Germany and Russia back in 1994.. sigh.
There was the paperwork on a restoration job on which she had worked for Mrs. Anne Getty of San Francisco. This can all go plus the other work related papers, she thought but I will leave this box for another day. when I am shredding papers.
She watered the two orchids and dusted the window table.
Everything that wasn't in its' rightful place or didn't have a proper home, she threw towards the bedroom door, I decided it was time to leave the scene of the crime and flew to the door pole. Having tidied up her mess, she picked up the library books that need to be changed and put them on the hall chest of drawers.
Too dismal and wet out there, she decided and changed her plans to go to the library tomorrow in the morning and got on with her blitz. The skirts she had pulled out of the cupboard yesterday she took into the bathroom, having put water into the tank and switched it on, she used her little steam travel iron to steam the skirts back and front.
Any moth that thought about eating these skirts had an evil shock! For this steam will have killed them and a light amount of water sprayed on wool with have the effect of bringing the fabric back into shape as skirts and trousers can stretch a little. They're hanging on the shower pole to dry.
Into the kitchen.. pan, a little filtered water, two carrots, a handful of kai lan and a tin of tuna in water. Carrots sliced into cold water, gas on, medium bowl out of white slave cupboard, aka dishwasher, garlic thumped and finely chopped into the bowl, a small slurp of olive oil, seasoning, a bigger slurp of chilli and ginger sauce, kai lan chopped in two into the now hot water, lid on for less than two minutes on a medium heat.
Heat off, pan strained into a big mug and the vegetables into the bowl, tuna strained and added on top, mixed in. Slurp, a big spoonful of this onto my saucer, yes, of course I eat all of these things, how delicious. Pan scrubbed, bowl and fork washed and put away.
Small steps brought in and a top eye level cupboard opened to put away some glasses. "What on earth is that?", she said, this is a cupboard that is seldom opened, it has on its' top shelf spare tea cups and saucers.
I peered round the door as she pulled out two boxes, one small and one large, and a plastic storage box which was full but full of what? There was no label attached to the box and she ALWAYS cuts the labels off packets and cellotapes it onto storage boxes. As to what was in this food box, who knows, she tipped it into a paper bag and it is in the rubbish.
The small box was a box of 'Aunt Jemina's Corn Bread Mix' and the larger one was 'Aunt Jemina's Buckwheat Flour Pancake Mix'.. we have never ever seen either of these two packets before in our lives but the really creepy thing is.. they were open, somebody had used them.
Whoever is living with us eats Buckwheat Pancakes and Corn Bread.. however, we don't..
GeeGee Parrot.
March 6th, 2016.
It all started when she realised that Wizard would need a clear path to the window in our bedroom. Plucking up courage to tackle the heap of stuff, such a 'good' descriptive word, she started sorting it out and realised it wasn't half as bad as she had thought, because, in fact, the huge pile of ? was only a tiny neat pile of laundry sitting on the top of my other big cage!
With that cage moved back up on top of a cupboard, there was the clear path.. phew.. relief all round, as I thought I might be called in to help at one point it looked so dire! There was a big plastic storage box sitting on the floor, what was in it? Eureka! Her spare light bulbs of all different types, the box usually lives under the bed, so it went back there.
Then there was another box, what is in here? OH! Oh dear.. what do you do with momentoes? Most of what was in this box were her photos and paperwork from the six week trip that she did through Scandinavia, Poland, Germany and Russia back in 1994.. sigh.
There was the paperwork on a restoration job on which she had worked for Mrs. Anne Getty of San Francisco. This can all go plus the other work related papers, she thought but I will leave this box for another day. when I am shredding papers.
She watered the two orchids and dusted the window table.
Everything that wasn't in its' rightful place or didn't have a proper home, she threw towards the bedroom door, I decided it was time to leave the scene of the crime and flew to the door pole. Having tidied up her mess, she picked up the library books that need to be changed and put them on the hall chest of drawers.
Too dismal and wet out there, she decided and changed her plans to go to the library tomorrow in the morning and got on with her blitz. The skirts she had pulled out of the cupboard yesterday she took into the bathroom, having put water into the tank and switched it on, she used her little steam travel iron to steam the skirts back and front.
Any moth that thought about eating these skirts had an evil shock! For this steam will have killed them and a light amount of water sprayed on wool with have the effect of bringing the fabric back into shape as skirts and trousers can stretch a little. They're hanging on the shower pole to dry.
Into the kitchen.. pan, a little filtered water, two carrots, a handful of kai lan and a tin of tuna in water. Carrots sliced into cold water, gas on, medium bowl out of white slave cupboard, aka dishwasher, garlic thumped and finely chopped into the bowl, a small slurp of olive oil, seasoning, a bigger slurp of chilli and ginger sauce, kai lan chopped in two into the now hot water, lid on for less than two minutes on a medium heat.
Heat off, pan strained into a big mug and the vegetables into the bowl, tuna strained and added on top, mixed in. Slurp, a big spoonful of this onto my saucer, yes, of course I eat all of these things, how delicious. Pan scrubbed, bowl and fork washed and put away.
Small steps brought in and a top eye level cupboard opened to put away some glasses. "What on earth is that?", she said, this is a cupboard that is seldom opened, it has on its' top shelf spare tea cups and saucers.
I peered round the door as she pulled out two boxes, one small and one large, and a plastic storage box which was full but full of what? There was no label attached to the box and she ALWAYS cuts the labels off packets and cellotapes it onto storage boxes. As to what was in this food box, who knows, she tipped it into a paper bag and it is in the rubbish.
The small box was a box of 'Aunt Jemina's Corn Bread Mix' and the larger one was 'Aunt Jemina's Buckwheat Flour Pancake Mix'.. we have never ever seen either of these two packets before in our lives but the really creepy thing is.. they were open, somebody had used them.
Whoever is living with us eats Buckwheat Pancakes and Corn Bread.. however, we don't..
GeeGee Parrot.
March 6th, 2016.
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