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Casual observations of life sometimes

Twitter failwhale is on show this morning…it’s a bit annoying. I never knew I’d like that site and now it’s almost an essential part of my communications network. Given that I don’t really like FaceBook any more – that’s a bit unusual.

Anyway, via the badscience forum this morning, I discovered Horrible Histories. If you need a 3 minute low budget pick me up, it’s well worth a wander around. I had a 30 minute cruise around it and can recommend the Witchfinders Direct clip.

In other news, yesterday evening was just one of those Oh God evenings. I hate it when trivial stuff goes Oh God, but what can you do. When I was in France a few months ago I bought two bottles of flavoured syrup, lavender and rose. I have been using the lavender one on and off to add some extra flavouring to diet 7-up. It’s quite nice. Or, more to the point, it was. Yesterday when I was putting it in its corner next to the rose, I dropped it from a height of about 3 and a half feet.

I have a tile floor in my kitchen. The bottle was glass. I say was because it is in 1 million pieces now. There was lavender syrup all over the place including on my legs.

When I say syrup, I mean gloopy, very sticky stuff and getting stickier the more it’s in contact with open air. The way the bottle fell as well meant the syrup went one way and the glassĀ  pretty much the other way. Normally I’d like to clear up the glass before I start cleaning up liquids but that was absolutely not an option last night because the syrup was very much on top of everything. It was going to have to be cleared before I did anything.

It’s a rotten substance to have to clear up. I will only say that. The excess just doesn’t mop up easily. Really. It doesn’t. So I went for the bucket and mop and had at it. Dinner was getting cold at this stage but to be honest, I hadn’t too much taste for it at this point either.

In filling buckets of soapy water and getting mops and the like, I slipped in front of the sink. I didn’t break anything, but it wasn’t a painless exercise either.

It’s not the most important thing that has happened to me lately, in fact I’ll have forgotten about it soon enough. But it was infuriating that yesterday evening was spent painfully cleaning up syrup that was supposed to remind me of a holiday.

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