It has been a long day at work. Such a depressing time in January with all the excitement of Christmas behind us. I have sat at my desk all day and not once did the sun come peeking through.
So glad, to now, be home in my cosy little flat. I stand and look around and then stare at my rocking chair with fondness. After bringing it home from the boot sale, I have spent many long hours lovingly restoring it to its former glory. Made of Ash and elm and now re-varnished, I have made a comfy cushion for it. I spend many hours just thinking as I rock away in my chair.
I think of Mark, who lives upstairs, quite a bit. Was all very strange how it ended. We have passed each other but do not look or talk anymore.
I make myself a cup of tea and some cheese on toast and then sit in my rocking chair to think about the day and what if any chores I need to do this evening.
The food and the heating make me flush with warmth and I rock the chair slowly trying to keep awake.
I think about the plate I bought mum at the Boot fair. It had a red anchor painted underneath and I remember mum talking about them.
Her face was an absolute picture when she opened it and she screamed with excitement. "Oh my goodness Becky"! Where on earth did you get this?" she yelled, her face getting redder. "It's a Chelsea plate!" she shouted and promptly cuddled and kissed me in gratitude.
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What do I know' I thought, smiling.
I stood up to draw the curtains and I noticed a dirty mark on the window. I must do some window cleaning I thought and then realised it was on the outside. It was too cold to go outside.
I remembered how grubby the microwave was so I decided to give that a clean. I put a couple of spoons of Bicarbonate of soda into a small bowl of water and placed it inside and turned it on full for a couple of minuets. I then switch off the power and carefully remove the very hot cup and the steam from the hot water had loosened any burnt on food on the walls of the microwave. With a damp cloth, I cleaned the inside very easily.
The plate that revolves needed a paste made up of Bicarbonate of soda and lemon juice to lift the hard burnt on stains.
That done I turned my attention to the cutlery drawer. It was grubby and had started to stick so I emptied it completely and rubbed an old candle along the runners. When I refitted the drawer, it opened and shut as smooth as possible. I cleaned it out with hot soapy water while it was empty and then put everything back in a nice clean drawer.
Lastly, I noticed my kitchen scissors were getting blunt so I folded a piece of kitchen foil a few times and made half a dozen cuts into it with the scissors. It sharpens them up nicely.
I have promised myself a big clean in the flat at the weekend so I take the opportunity to rest a while in my rocking chair while I give it some thought.
