I was in a bit of a temper by the time I'd spoken to the couldn'tgiveatoss woman about the battery so I decided sorting out was the answer...
Kitchen cupboards to be precise...
You see I'm more or less banned from the kitchen now...Himself is in charge and he puts the shopping away and then tells me we haven't any tuna left or he can't find any jars of curry sauce...we end up with six jars of jam and no marmalade...half a bag of sugar and two enormous packets of cheap t-bags that you have to leave in the mug for an hour in order to get the water to turn faintly brown...and three large packets of chocolate biscuits.
Because he's reluctant to let me poke about in the cupboards to see what we need, I have...until today...been guided by what he says we're out of when I go shopping.
But he was out cutting stuff down with his favourite toy so I seized the opportunity...
He's eaten most of the glace cherries for a start.
Dinner plates were wobbling about in precarious heaps on top of side plates and bowls were all over the place...some in the bottom cupboard and others squashed behind the glasses and the black treacle had left sticky gunk behind and for reasons totally unclear we have three extra large tubs of Bisto...one is a Lo-Salt...why can't the Bisto people spell properly...
We have gravy once in a Blue moon...which goes nowhere to explain the Bisto breeding taking place.
There's a bottle of non-alcoholic Spiced Punch...? Must have been a present. Next to that was a bag of SR flour that was so ancient it was hard and lumpy...and a packet of yeast three years out of date.
I do confess to being just a tad OCD where cans and packets are concerned...it hurts to see a tin of sun-ripened tomatoes sitting cheek by jowl with Damson jam...can't be doing with it you see...packets of ready-made custard with Star Anise tucked up beside it makes me go all over peculiar...everything has to have its front facing me as well...don't like a tin of Sweetcorn sitting there with its back turned.
After an hour of continually tripping over the oxygen tubing and the dog I called a halt...put the kettle on for a cup of tea and saw mouse droppings on top of the washing machine.