I went to the bottle shop yesterday and bought three bottles of wine. I said to the guy serving – can I have two bags please, I’m walking. So he put the three bottles in one bag, then put that bag inside another bag. Not what I was expecting really. But it’s okay because I’m as strong as an ox. I have to be. When I met Daz I was a young farm girl but he seems to forget that I’m now almost thirty years older with a bad back and a dodgy elbow.
I said to him through the week – when I go back to do more painting I’m going to need a decent ladder to reach the high ceilings. So here I am, doing more painting, no ladder. I rang him up and said – where’s the ladder? He said – around the side of the house near the switchboard. Helpful I said. Really, if he wanted to find somewhere that was further from the room I needed it, he would have had to have put it in the next door neighbours yard.
So off I went and there it was – the industrial gorilla dual purpose ladder. So I carried it up the side of the house, through the front yard, up the ten steep stairs, through the house to the bedroom. Then I had to get off it’s industrial type packaging which consisted of hard tight plastic, cardboard and cable ties. Of course there isn’t a knife or pair of scissors here that could get through it so I had to use a chisel and hammer.
The funny thing is (not hilariously so), that just the day before Daz was cleaning out The Small Cupboard of Mostly Useless Shit, that lives above the fridge and he pulled out a stanley knife and said to me – Would you ever need this little sharp knife to cut anything? And I said – nah, toss it. When not twenty four hours later there I’d be, wishing I had that little sharp knife to help me release my gorilla from it’s confines.
Sigh, men, what are you going to do though. Can’t live with them, can’t cut them into small pieces and bury them by the side of the road in a shallow grave.