Clearly the 'designer' of plastic fish slices didn't have his head screwed on when he came up with THAT idea. Yes, I am SURE that the children all wanted melted plastic in their crepes, instead of Nutella or honey. This is why COOKS should design kitchens.
Also, one of the things Crazy Caroline said when I first arrived was that I could change my room round if I wanted to, so I took her up on the idea and spent the afternoon moving my bed around, to discover that it won't actually GO anywhere. The room is the same size as the bed. Or, the bed is the same size of the room. I have about a foot's space round my bed (including the top end) - it is impossible to fit up against a wall properly, or be able to walk round it standing straight up. So after huffing and puffing it 90 degrees round anti-clockwise, I then had to huff and puff my way 90 degrees back again. And all the other furniture I'd moved/collapsed/ piled onto the bed in the moving process all had to go in it's exact place again. So no bedroom changes. Totally UNproductive. However, I am DETERMINED to get these damn plugs fixed - I have FOUR, and only one works. I wish I had some knowledge of wires and plugs... I'm feeling pretty helpless right now.
Threemoredays. threemoredays. threemoredays.
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