I REPRIMANDED OUR URINE-(AND WORSE)-STINKING toilets with a double-eggcup full of Fairy Liquid in each this morning. Seriously the ordeal of taking a bath next to this porcelain fixture that smelt like the knobbly constipation logs that forever seem to float in it freaked me out so much I finally snapped and took action with washing up liquid. It frothed the lavatory-pan nearly out and to the floor the first couple of flushes but it was worth it. The smell has finally gone. And the lingering unflushable unmentionable in the second (solitary) toilet became utterly disguised by enough bubbles to plenish every tart's bathing boudoir this side of New Orleans my fiends. So top tip for today; if you're cheapskate like me or simply cannot find the device to blue-en your lavatory waters, simply add a shotglass full of (undiluted) washing-up liquidn to the toilet cistern. Just quietly pour it in: no need to froth it up there, the flushing mechanism does that automatically in the pan ... and presto!!! ... all odiferous odouriferous problemos solved!!
ANYWAY more to the point, how did my encounter with Momma Gledwood (and evil stepfather) go? It was very good. First thing she did was rush up to me with a hug and a kiss and shove a couple of notes in my hand saying "Take this quick before he comes," (because he cynically thinks I'm going to spend anything they give me just on drugs). Well think what you like Branston. (Yeah that's his name because he's always creating a pickle.) My Mum really liked the hyacinths/other thing arrangement. She said it could indeed probably go outside. I believed the daisies were wilting slightly despite my having kept them out of direct sunlight beside an open window; get the feeling that despite packaging's advice they would prefer to be outside in the relative cool; whereas the other plant with blobberous clusters of tiny square-almost pinky-white blooms springing out from rampantly enthusiasitc growths of succulent-like rubbery thick leaves ... these surely come from Mediterranean countries if not further afield. The leaves are like a money plant's, not in shape but in texture, appearance and "that's what they're like"-ness.
We went round a Renoir, Pissaro, Monet, Van Gough, Picasso etc special exhibition. There were some fantastic works dedicated for the duration. French fin de siecle/turn of the (20th) century pointilliste pixx of bathers and iconographous French ladies in hats. You've seen them all before I know you have. And a Van Gough sunflowers and a Van Gough crabs (which was crap) and a Van Gough stirred up field and stirring cloudy sky that I loved. I love Van Gough, love the spirit of his works. Love the one with the halo'd absynthine stars and lamps ...
Huge St Patrick's Day music stage celebration in middle of Trafalgar Square ...
Lovely dinner ...
Cannot indulge in any detail as have to go now ...
L8Rs...
... Gleds
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5 comments:
Hey Gled, nice to read that the visit went ok. One thing to note though (as I'm Dutch): The painter's name is Vincent van Gogh. Mind his surname ;-)
PS: Doesn't toilet-life just become a little better on a clean loo? hehe
We may use much more water a flush over this side of the pond but the W.C. don't smell like poo, just saying.
how ya been Gled?
Glad Mum Gled liked the plants. Sounds like one of them was a Flaming Katy from your description.
Rx
It's great that things went well with your date with Momma Gleddie. Hope you had a fun time.
I am thinking of taking your advice with the dish-washing liquid in the toilet flushing thing. I don't like putting the blue stuff in it and I clean it regularly with that Toilet Duck stuff, but it could use a little extra freshness.
I've been to the van Gogh museum twice here in Amsterdam and there are only a few paintings of his that I like. However, the spirit in which they were painted is impressive and shines through the work when you see it "live".
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