Last night I got the keys to the new house. I also took custody of a fridge freezer that the previous occupants said I could have and because of this I left a card and a bottle of Freixenet on their doorstep to say thank you and to wish them well.
I hope it chokes them. I opened the door with the key for the first time and excitedly looked around, having a reccy to see where things would go. The main rooms were fine. The kitchen, the larder and the cupboards however, were absolutely filthy. There were dirty dishes left in the sink, stuff had been left in drawers and cupboards. It is going to take an age to clean and the larder will need scrubbing out and painting before it will be fit to receive food.
They did leave a telly though, but I may throw it out of the window into the swimming pool in a rage. Except I’d have to build a swimming pool first in order to have one in which to hurl it and I may be better employed cleaning the kitchen. Thank goodness I still have a sense of humour (sound of a bell clanging faintly in the distance as a tumbleweed dances across the dirt track in front of the house).
I take back everything I said yesterday about giving people the benefit of the doubt. Pollyanna has evolved into The Grinch.
Wartime Housewife 