It has been an eventful day....................................
Now I know I`m a bit long in the tooth, but I`m not quite old enough to remember the silent films, even though my grandmother was a pianist for them.
But dear grandma, I could have done with some musical accompaniment from you today.........it has been Charlie Chaplin and the Keystone Cops all rolled into one.
It began this morning with a proud and pleased Dhiren.......
D `Everything is finished now. Everything is in order.`
S `
In order? I was unaware anything was
out of order.
D `I have put all the muesli and porridge away.`
S `Show me.`
D `They are here.` opening the cupboard doors with a flourish.
S `But they don`t go in the same storage jars. The muesli is for you and the porridge is for me. They go in seperate jars, mine is on the top high shelf where you can`t reach and yours is on the bottom low shelf.`
D `I`m sorry. I though I was helping you.`
S `Don`t worry. No harm done. We will both have a muesli/porridge mix for breakfast.`
D `I don`t like porridge.`
S `Well it`s a good job I do, but I`m not too sure about hot muesli.
Don`t worry. I`ll get some more for you.`
And then late this afternoon, our new kitchen table was delivered.........
When it came, Dhiren took one of the chairs and very helpfully carried it down our extremely narrow hall into the kitchen.
The men followed with the table, but the table was too wide and they were stuck half way down the hall.
And I was stuck behind the men.
And Dhiren didn`t know what to do with the chair.....he put it on the floor, but was worried the space would be needed for the table....so he tried to put it on the worktop......but thought better of it so tried to put it on the sink unit, and all the time the men were struggling with the table.
And I couldn`t help Dhiren as I was stuck behind the men.
So Dhiren took the chair into the garden.
And I was still stuck behind the men and couldn`t get to him.
And the men decided they would have to take the legs off the table, but they needed to get a spanner from their van. They couldn`t get out through the front door as the table was stuck in the hall, so they they had to go via the back door.
But the side gate was locked.
The key was in a drawer in the kitchen unit. Dhiren, who was hovering in and out, between the garden and the kitchen was in a panic and couldn`t remember which drawer, and because I was so far away, stuck half way down the hall, I could not make contact with him.
So I had to tell one of the men which drawer to open and which key to use. He was a bit embarrassed having to open one of my drawers.
Once the legs were off the table, poor Dhiren escaped back into the sanctuary of the livivng room and firmly closed the door.
The table was installed and the men left.
Earlier, in preparation for the delivery, we had put the old kitchen table and chairs into the garage. The new table has only two chairs. Well there are only the two of us, so it`s enough.
But then Dhiren went into the garage and brought two of the old chairs back and put them in the kitchen.
They didn`t match the new chairs and he didn`t know what to do with them. So we decided they`d be better back in the garage.
And I have been in fits of laughter every time I`ve thought of it, and I`ve had to make up a story to enable Dhiren to laugh with me.