Wednesday, 19 January 2011

Ménage manège


Up until a few weeks ago, I thought the word ménage, house work, was in fact manège, merry go round. There I was happily thinking what a wonderfully poetic race the French are, to have such a delightfully descriptive word for this endless chore....I couldn't post a picture of our house in chaos to illustrate as I have just cleared up AGAIN. So therefore, here be a lovely fish dish which I and Ezra enjoyed in Agde in the summer. It was all calm on the terrace overlooking the sea, but I could imagine the piles of washing up, floors to be cleaned etc at the end of the lunch session.
The start of this particularly thorough clean yesterday was because I had lost the key to my studio. I was just about to go in there and START WORK as the period of earlier procrastination clearing up had just passed....thus prevented, I then cleaned out the car in case the hapless key had fallen to the floor amongst nut shells, dog blankets, discarded bits of instruments and other detritus that we normally convey along the roadways with us.
Nothing.
Gave up and concentrated on boy's birthday. Today started looking again, pockets, bags, car again, under trees I had pruned, dog beds. Then Mark found the spare key in the drawer that has spare keys in it. Forgot that...
"Here don't loose this one", he said, with the smirk of a very tall and perfect camel, who never looses anything. Except that time of the wallet, the car keys, several very expensive pen knives....etc.
The lure of the filthy shed is calling. It hasn't been cleaned out in months, its difficult to shut the door let alone find a hammer, the garage, impossible to find anything in it at all unless it is within a few cms of the entrance. However all this will have to wait, having found the key, must see if it can turn on my brain to do some other sort of work.

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