Getting grilled

30th October.

We intended to get on the road before nine, but as things went, we were pulling out of the car park just after 8 having been up since 6.30.
It had been raining nearly all night, and not let up at all so we were all pretty damp as we trudged up to the car in our waterproofs, loading up in the rain.
We checked the tyre pressure and filled up, cursing not having done it yesterday when it was dry.
Hubby had managed to get Maggie to do her first morning ablutions, but we stopped just before we hit the motorway as we got the impression she wanted another go.

Traffic wasn’t too bad to begin with, we were trundling along quite well, but there were road works and speed restrictions for several parts of the journey, though getting off the M5 on to the M4 wasn’t nearly as problematic as it has been in the past.
And basically, that was when our luck ran out.

Coming down the A46, there is nowhere to turn off for an alternative route should there be heavy traffic. It took us about 30 minutes to travel five miles due to a head on smack up stopping traffic in both directions. It didn’t help that it was still raining.
After that, we hit HGVs, caravans, trailers, sheep carriers, and horse boxes all going in the same direction as us. We also came across, or should we say they crossed us, the idiots who overtook on blind corners, suddenly turned left or right without signals, slowed down for no reason, or slammed on the brakes when an idiot coming in the opposite direction cut across in front of them.

The rain eventually eased off, but we were still having a frustrating time as we got stuck behind larger vehicles going uphill, and not being able to get past them.

We finally arrived just before 12.30, so actually made pretty good time under the circumstances.

We sat down for lunch together, after which my sister left for her much needed break.
Mum was sitting with her feet up and Sis has left a list of times and instructions for her medication.
Following a fall, Mum is on antibiotics, and these must be taken four times a day either an hour before food, or two hours after, so following her dose at 5.30, I thought I’d do cheese on toast for our tea.

The bread was on the counter and cheese in the fridge. Finding the cheese grater was a snip in the fourth cupboard I looked in and a bowl was found in the second.

Ah.
Big cooker.
Eight burners, two ovens.
Lots of dials.
Grill didn’t work, knob stuck, no sound of gas getting through and the ignition was sparking madly.
So I resorted to Plan B and did toasted cheese sandwiches (burnt 2 of the four pieces of toast and the other 2 didn’t cook at all as not used to the toaster which has individual controls) whilst Hubby got on the internet for the operating manual.

Ah.
Twin fuel cooker.
Electric grill (blush).
Wrong knob (double blush).
Spark not required (triple blush).
homer

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Getting grilled

  1. Good luck with future cooking endeavors! (And thank you for making me feel better about the dumb things I do when attempting to use someone else’s kitchen!).

  2. Reblogged this on pensitivity101 and commented:

    A bit of humour from 5 years ago when we went down to look after Mum for a weekend so that my sister could have a break.

    • Her kitchen was definitely no Di friendly and we couldn’t find anything.

      • willowdot21 says:

        What a nightmare šŸ˜…

      • It was quite funny actually. Hubby and I had moved into our bigger house in 1996 and the first thing we did was gut the kitchen. B&Q’s finest and Ā£800 later, we had a new kitchen which was great. Not to be outdone, Sis got the professionals in and sent Ā£12, 000 on hers. Yeah, right. The corner cupboards didn’t fit, the 4 drawer unit had 4 different fronts, and she could not have a tiled splashback behind her huge range cooker because the lid would not stay up if they did and it was fitted in, so couldn’t be moved. The flooring was tiled panels which kept coming unlocked, but a good sideways kick pushed them back together. We’ve done a few kitchens since then and have never spent that amount of money!

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