Sunday, 15 November 2020

grob groß gross

 Why clean up other people's mess?

Because they are the wife and the son.

The cat's mess was cleaned up too, this morning, she had vomited on the floor. Cats do that now and again.

But now it is afternoon, a few uninteresting photos made, all good for practice with the small camera. A crow on a path, and a gull on a railing. 

And a sudden bout of icy weakness, lie down on the bed, untill it passes. A voice, off stage in the next room, starts yelling that the surfaces should be cleaned. The son is probably the target of all the shouting, but he will never do it, he does not know how.

Go into the kitchen, and get to work. Clear the crud off the worktop, some has been there for the past week, there is a jar with a cultural event taking place inside. All of the things onto a tray.

Scrub the worktop, watch the water in the bucket go dark twice. It really is awful. Groß gross. And grob as well. a mixture of German and American usage here.

Replace the items on the top, throwing away the waste and the empties, and start on the small table with the coffee machine. That had been done last week, it is not too difficult. Then the worktop beside the sink, that is GGG again.

Then empty the first shelf of spices and mustard pots and tubes of ketchup and everything that is used for adding to the flavour of cooked food. Put all of this onto a tray, then take down the glass shelf and wash the dirt and the dust off it. Then replace those things which were worth keeping.

Then the other glass shelf

and then tiredness sets in, but enough has been done.

for the day, the lousy Sunday.


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