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Three years since one of the most horrifying days of my life. It might have been almost as bad for my wife. Happy Birthday Ernie.
Back into London to do the last two hours of reading my own book out loud. This should always be the first thing that is done with a new book as it’s a great way to spot the errors. There were only three proper ones as far as I could see, but luckily I noticed these just in time for the print run. I am sure there will be others, but it’s nice to have picked up a few.
The end of the book nearly made me cry, which was surprising, but it might just have been the emotional strain of getting through it all.
We’re one month away from publication date. Which is exciting.
Preorder here or wherever you get your books/ebooks/audio books
I had to get home as I had to zoom a woman in America about cocktails (it’s for a podcast advert - coming soon) and meet up with a roofer who is going to sort out our leaking kitchen roof. He’s the guy who did our main roof a couple of years back and who also advertised on Me1 vs Me2 Snooker:
Mr Broofing. If you’re in Hertfordshire and need someone to look at your roof, he’s recommended. He even let me up on my own roof that time and terrified the life out of me.
It was the second most horrifying day of my life.
But just as that problem looked like it was going to be sorted, my mother-in-law told me she couldn’t open the carousel corner pan cupboard. This sometimes happens as if a pan is positioned with the handle the wrong way it can catch against the side and act as a lock. Usually you can get the cupboard open enough to release it. But when I came to try and do it this time it was clear that the cupboard was almost entirely shut. A slight warping in the door meant it was possible to get an exploratory spatula in, but nothing more. I spent the next two hours trying to manoeuvre coat hangers and snooker cues and bizarre concocted, extended bits of kitchen equipment sellotaped together through the gap (making it slightly more warped), but with no luck. I think I identified the errant pan in the darkness (whilst holding a tiny torch in my mouth) but couldn’t find anything to hook it. I tried jiggling, I tried kicking. I tried everything. I need a thin, but solid tube with a hook on the end, but Amazon doesn’t have any. And even then it might turn out to be a different pan.
The drawer units either side are solid and the drawers don’t come out (without breaking them) and so I can’t tunnel my way in from the side and I can’t lever off the door piece without smashing it beyond repair.
But most of our pans (apart from two that were safe in the dishwasher) and our grater, our colanders and our measuring jugs are trapped. What do we do? It might be cheaper to just buy replacements and forget we ever had them. But then where would we store them?
It felt like quite a good Taskmaster challenge and I employed similarly terrible tactics over the course of the evening. It’s surprisingly frustrating and annoying. I was out all day so I know it’s not my fault this happened. But I am the victim. Constantly annoyed by my own lack of skill in this area and the fact that even when one thing is fixed another thing goes wrong.
Perhaps my self-locked carousel cupboard is some kind of metaphor for 2020.
It had been quite a day and I was drained and out of sorts, but I got in a tired Me1 vs Me2 snooker frame.
See it here or wait til it’s up as a podcast or on YouTube
Cocky Carrot is not looking well, it has to be said.
