I’ve developed some rather odd house habits which I’ve taken the initiative to not amend, but instead, share them with you.
When I put the Hoover on, I make a bit deal of jumping over the cord, and landing with both feet on that wooden tile by the coat hooks.
I am such a muppet when it comes to this, really I am. You disturb my jump AND I WILL DESTROY A CUSHION (then binge my sorrow away in last night’s cold fajitas).
I like to be the first to take off the new sheet of kitchen roll. It’s always slightly stuck onto the rest, so the whole idea doesn’t rip apart, which makes everything ten times better. Easy does it….easy!
I love to chop garlic. I think garlic is just gorgeous. Little pearls of merriment, enclosed in a membrane of culinary deliciousness.
One day, I was out shopping, and I took a browse in this gorgeous little crockery and cutlery shop. As my brother cautiously eyed the porcelain plates, I found myself gazing at this darling set of gold spoons. With the “zip-zop” of my purse, I was out the door, clutching my latest purchase.
Vanilla ice cream always tasted better from that day onwards…
I consider prime time TV to be an integral part of my “let-me-rest-or-I’ll-never-let-you-live-this-one-down-BUDDY” routine.
I’ve this dreadful tendency to slip over spilt water.
And I’m to blame. I saw the water. It saw me.
But I just couldn’t bring myself to transform my energy into a mop. I’m lazy when it comes to these things; JUDGE NOT, MY FRIENDS.
I thrive on the satisfaction felt when finding that cream-coloured Debenhams (nice big department store) mug.
I’m not a wonderful “Monday Morning” type of gal, but I think the reason why I’m happy, is because we’ve been using this wonderful toothpaste.
And the blobs.
Oh the amazement, I CANNOT TAKE IT NO MORE!!
I take pride in using different tones of voice when discussing the many reasons why that last little egg went to the seaside with the breakfast bar.
I like tea-towels.
There have been many occasions where I just don’t HOLD things but TUCK/SHOVE them under my arm. Newspapers, towels, Vogue, fleece – you name it.
I like walking into the living room with this specific cookery book, happy under my arm. I feel so clever. As if I ACTUALLY know what the difference between, oh, say, rosemary and thyme. And cumin! Plus, the book is rather amusing, for the author’s face has been pasted onto EACH and EVERY page. I remember when I first notice this, and Mom burst out laughing. Good times, good times. (Until my brother decided to demolish the newest creation of the author’s that’s we’d made, resulting in a last minute (as Dad likes to say) “pizza party.” Oh Dominos, you never let me down.
When I procrastinate, I have never held back when attacking the fridge. Once, I did this incredibly silly thing, where I pulled out this tiny sieve, and tried to filter the bits out of this Tropicana EXTRA JUICY BITS carton. And that was THE longest ten minutes of my life…
Anyway, folks, that’s all for now.
Let me know if there’s something interestingly amusing that you like doing, when you’re at home.