I couldn’t help it, the devil made me do it, honest!
There I was browsing Amazon and what popped up? A Ninja 3 in 1 Food Processor with Auto iQ. It was on offer with £50 off the price, but it was not in stock until late June. I clicked buy now and the deed was done, I just had to wait for 6 weeks. Then to my surprise, I received an email telling me that it was back in stock earlier than stated and today it arrived. It is a bit of a beast, as are all their products, but I love it. It has three containers; a 2.1-litre jug, a 1.8-litre food processing bowl and a 700ml cup with a lid. Although I have not used it yet, I will be over the weekend starting with making hummus as M loves it. I intend to make a smoothie in the morning for my breakfast on the way to work.
To have it on display in the kitchen, I have had to move all my appliances around, but it was worth it. I emailed Ninja yesterday as they have a coffee bar which I would love, but, it seems to be discontinued in the UK, hopefully, they will either tell me they have one I can buy, or they are releasing a new one, which I will obviously want, so watch this space.
Not that you would know half the time. I keep meaning to post but never seem to do it. Apathy applies? Oh most definitely. I have things to say, but sometimes I am just not in the mood to put fingers to keys, and after a long week working, then I just cannot be arsed with anything. I know, how rude? I know people read my posts, so I know I have an audience, but I seem to be losing my “voice”. Now, I know that I could post all the time as there is always something going on or a project on my needles, and years ago I used to blog/post many times a day, but these days I think I am in old age mode and happy to sit in front of the telebox and vegetate after work.
The long winter is a bind that has not given me any inspiration to do anything, not that I have been lazy. I have replaced the floors in both bedrooms on the top floor. We have three bedrooms, one on the main floor and two upstairs in the attic. Now, the floors had not been touched since 1973 according to a newspaper I found under the boards in the main room, and 1980 for the smaller room. My home was built in the 1800s and some things have not been touched or replaced from this era. Whilst walking about it sounds like an old ship with all the creaking. In the main room, the floor had failed due to the window in the roof leaking for some time, this was leaking long before we moved in. We discovered the leak one night in bed during a rainstorm, when we were wakened to dripping on the bed, needless to say, I had to do something about it, but unknown to be at that point it had caused the floor to slowly rot. Due to M’s disability, we moved to the downstairs bedroom, so over the years the floor had slowly failed, and one day, M was upstairs and called me to say that the floor seemed spongy, I thought nothing too much about it, and years later it finally started giving away, so I had to fix it. This was one of the major hobs that I had to do this year. I am not a carpenter by any means, but I did manage to do a good job of it. well, I thought so, and M approved, so that was all I needed to know. Once the main room was done, I had the job of doing the second room, although we have no idea why that floor was failing at the time. I lifted up the carpet which I have never replaced as I treat this room as a junk room. I discovered that it had failed due to a previous owner of many years back installing a small hatch that I can only think of was for inspecting electrics that are now redundant. The opening was so shoddily done that it had fallen through, thus causing the rest of the floor to break. It was like biscuits so needed doing. However, once I had lifted the carpet up I did not feel like doing it, so left it for over a week, then one day felt I had the gumption to do the job, and within 3 hours it was complete. The only problem with the second floor was that think I managed to knock my pliers into the void and not noticed and had screwed the two 1m x 2m sheets of interlocking wood down in many places. I have had them for over 20 years, so maybe time for a new pair.
I have also been doing the kitchen up. The kitchen I think was modelled on that featured in Noah’s Ark. We have many cupboards which were brown wood originally and not great looking. I had painted them in the past a few times but never been happy with the end result. However, this time I am happy with it all as I also changed the tiles and the worktops. We had a new boiler fitted as ours was over 30 years old and although it worked, it was not economical, and we have only had a tepid home for many years rather than a warm home, needless to say, it can be like a hothouse in a very short time which is rather nice. One part of the kitchen is a small alcove where a fireplace used to be and where we had a small drinks fridge, however, I decided that the fridge needed to go and I got an imitation log burner (electric) fire, built a platform for it, and added an unfinished sleeper (only carved flat two sides) as the front edge to the fireplace. I still have bits to finished off as well as do the tiling there, but all in all, I am happy with the look. I am sure you will agree that the before and after are quite different, although the before is when we first moved in back in 2003 and had not even taken a breath, never mind thought about decoration/renovation.
So, forgive my absence as I have been working hard.
Growing up in the country there were many smells/fragrances about, from livestock to equine to rapeseed, but there are other smells that also take me back in time. The smell of an outboard motor reminds me of a holiday when I was about 10 in my uncle’s speedboat, fishing in the North Atlantic. Lavender, scones, evaporated milk, streaky bacon all remind me of being in my maternal Nans kitchen, apricot brandy and advocate of her at Christmas.
There are fragrances that I just cannot describe, but on the odd occasion, I smell them and whoosh, I am in the 70’s at my paternal Nans home, part of the fragrance is wax and a metallic element, but I have never been able to discover what.
Gunpowder has memories of clay pigeon shooting.
There are many fragrances that take me back, some with fondness others I lament, but all, memories of my past.