Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Washing dishes

This post is not just about washing dishes, but the activity of washing dishes is a symbol which represents everyday domestic life, a taste of which I am experiencing today. Shut up Cordelia you'refullofcrap.

Today is a nice day. Mish is out in the garden sunbathing with a book, Aunty Kok Lee was out there with her until just then, and I'm just enjoying the sunshine from the inside while on my computer, cos I'm addicted to the internet sophisticated like that.

I decided in the end that I did really just want a quiet day, so here I am having it.

Spent the later part of the morning and the early afternoon in Wimborne, just chillin. Went to check out the op shops actually. There are SEVEN op shops in that little town. Well I guess it comes from the number of old people living there.

I'm now just looking at my photos, uploading them, accounting for money I've spent, reading about things to do in London. Oh and I am also updating my blog. No, I'm not trying to be funny, as in haha look i'm currently blogging, I'm actually going back over previous posts and adding stuff and putting in photos to make it all pretty. I know that some people *not mentioning Paolo* like pictures, like in kids books. It's hard to do that while I'm actually travelling, because it's quite time consuming, but once in a while when I have a quiet day, that's what I will be doing. So if you're keeping up day to day (uhhh...dad), it might actually be worth waiting (or skimming back over it later) so that you get to see pretty pictures too.

So, about washing the dishes. I really don't mind washing dishes, but this house makes the matter a bit complicated. See, there's no dishwasher here, so everything is done by hand, which is fine, but the water that comes out of the tap takes ages to get hot, and cools down in the sink really quickly, so I feel like I'm either emptying England of its entire water supply, or the plates are still greasy. Dilemma.

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