Last Friday evening my landlord called round unexpectedly.

I had come home from work and gone straight to bed for a nap as I'd had a rough night the night before, so when he knocked on the door, it woke me, and I was all dopey.

He had called to arrange to deliver a new fridge, as I had reported that the existing one was leaking continually which was making a right mess.

He said that he'd come round on Tuesday night with the new fridge, but that I wouldn't be able to plug the new one in for several hours, as the gases have to settle (I knew this - Paul and I had managed to break our fridge when we moved house in 1999 by switching it on immediately.) So he would call round on Weds morning to move it into its final position and switch it on for me.

Obviously I was still half asleep because I thought he'd said that he'd take the old one away on Tuesday evening when he brought the new one. So when I got home last night I took everything out of the old fridge and bagged it up and put it in the cupboards hoping it would keep relatively cool, and chucking everything I thought would spoil.

Of course he then turned up with the new one and said he would leave me the old one until this morning as otherwise I'd be without a fridge overnight. And then he looked at me as if to say, "Ahh, poor thing, her mind is going!"

So then I had to put everything back in the old fridge. Doh!

On the plus side, the new one is full size, so I will be able to shop at Iceland and fit lots of good value frozen stuff in it. A good freezer really is a godsend when you're single because almost every fresh foodstuff I buy comes in too great a quantity for me to use it all before it goes off. 

While I was putting stuff in the cupboards, I made an unwelcome discovery in what used to be my old "crisps, bisciuts and other snacks" cupboard, which I haven't been in since I started the diet. One whole and very rotten swede, which has probably been there about 6 weeks. I remember buying it, and I remember trying to make something one night for which I'd bought it, and then going "Bugger! I thought I'd bought a swede, but I must not have, as it's not in the vegetable cupboard!" How it migrated to the crisps cupboard I'm not sure, but it left a lovely squishy mess for me to clean up :-p

In other news, the kittens were speyed (spayed?) last week and are recovering fine and being just as naughty and cheeky as ever. I got home last night and then didn't come running up to meet me like they normally do, and even after I called them, they didn't come. So I went upstairs with horrible visions that either I'd left a window open and they'd escaped, or that I'd left the toilet lid open and that they'd fallen in and drowned... but it turned out they'd managed to pull my dressing gown off the hook on the bedroom door and it had fallen down and blocked the door, trapping them in the room. I don't know how long they'd been stuck there but I didn't find any smelly surprises under my bed, so probably not very long!

Scamps has managed to break off a bit of the window blinds in the lounge by climbing up and attacking them, and Sarah has taken to trying to steal food off my plate while I'm eating - it's rather disconcerting as I will be sitting eating my tea in front of the telly, and all of a sudden a paw will flash up from underneath the tray and hook whatever it can get, yank it off the plate, and then Sarah will dash out with the food in her jaws and leg it into the kitchen! It doesn't seem to matter what I'm eating as the other night she stole the discarded stem of my stuffed pepper! 

They are having their stitches out tomorrow, and then off to the cat-sitter for the weekend, as it's lucy_pointycatand rhandolph's wedding on Saturday! And then when I get back, I will be letting the kittens go outside into the garden, which will be a big saving on cat litter, I hope, since they appear to practically poo out their bodyweight every day...

Woo-hoo, I'm 33 ;o)

My team had a whip-round and bought me a George Foreman grill! a big jumbo sized one so I can get plenty on it. They gave me this on Friday as half of them aren't in today. So since then I've cooked steak, burgers and bacon on it. I was going to cook the rest of the steak yesterday, but there was an unfortunate fridge-door related incident which meant the steak went in the bin along with half a dozen eggs and the remains of an apple pie :-\

Haven't opened any other cards or pressies yet, although currently the only package I have is from Moggy as Mum's hasn't arrived yet, oh well. Not sure if Patrick has taken Simon out to get me anything, either. I have the feeling he was planning to do that today, and is probably now too ill.

I had to take him to the hospital yesterday evening as he had a high temperature and his face was all swollen out. Luckily the walk-in centre was open at the Hallamshire and he managed to get seen in about 2 hours. He has a really nasty abscess at the back of his mouth, so they've given him some amoxycillin and told him to make a dentist appointment tomorrow, which he probably won't.

( Something disgusting. )

So that's about it, I shall be finishing work in an hour or so and deciding where to spend the birthday money that Mum sent me, which is a saga in itself, but not one that's entertaining enough to be worth explaining.

What's the most disgusting thing in the world?
Puke.
What's the most disgusting food in the world?
Rice pudding.

Now imagine what happens when someone who's been eating rice pudding pukes up.
Now, imagine what happens when someone who's been eating rice pudding pukes up, and they're sitting on your lap.

Yeah.

Someone just shoot me please, I can't stand the trauma.