Toothbrush Thief

I don't understand. I live in a house of four people. Occasionally there are six people, when my parents come down on a Monday to visit. So, how is it that in our bathroom, there are ten toothbrushes? Who are these four other mystery residents?
I've noticed recently that somebody keeps moving my toothbrush from it's rightful place in the Toothbrush Dinosaur. I raised this issue at the dinner table last week and no one owned up to the dirty deed.
Well ok, that all sounds pretty petty. What does it really matter anyway? However, in the hours between me getting up yesterday and getting back home (maybe 7.30am to 2pm), my toothbrush VANISHED! It is nowhere to be seen and I was forced to use a new one last night. Who stole my toothbrush?!?

This house is turning into a House of Mystery. Hmph.

Anyway, life goes on pretty much at full pelt otherwise. I went for a run this morning for the first time in three weeks, and it was noticably more difficult that the last time. Having said that, it seemed to take less time so perhaps I was pushing myself a little too hard. October 16th draws ever nearer though and I will soon need to start running longer distance in order to be able to make the 10k.

Tomorrow I go and visit my new baby cousin. She is having a month old party. Well, her parents are throwing a party on her behalf. I doubt very much that she'll have a clue what the fuss is about. I haven't seen my uncle (the father) since his wedding, and in that time his wife has already dropped her first sprog. What is the world coming to? She's only 19. At this rate, by the time she gets to my age she'll be on her third. I guess you pick and choose your path.

Me vs Moths - 39 : KO

The mystery of the moth infestation has finally been solved.

On Monday evening, my mum was startled to see a maggot-like creature crawling up one of our kitchen cabinet doors. Upon receiving the SOS, my brother came down to investigate and opened the cabinet to find hundreds of the buggers crawling around the chinese herbs and cashewnuts that my mum stashes away in these cupboards. Moths fluttered out of the cabinet by the dozens. Strange that we had never discovered this before, but we don't have much call to open these cupboards I guess. My poor brother got to work exterminating these moth larvae and prising them out of the joints with a toothpick whilst I sat at my pc blissfully unaware.

Come Tuesday night, I went to cook some rice for dinner and when I went to open the rice cooker, was confronted by a wriggling maggot on top of the cooker. Eek! I squished it with a tissue. Then I saw another, crawling bravely along the tabletop. I squished this one too, and recoiled at the popping noise. It took so long to get that popping noise out of my head..

Anyway, it seems like for weeks the moths have been breeding in that cupboard and nobody realised that it was happening in the kitchen. We all thought that they were flying in from the windows. Since Monday, the house has been somewhat devoid of moths and we are all rather pleased!

go Gadget go

I am the proud parent of a 3 day old PSP. My new baby is a beauty, all shiny and well behaved - he chirps happily whilst awake and sleeps soundly at night.


It's been a while since I called upon my gadget-girl alter ego. Quashed by the evil ones at Mastercard, she has been keeping a low profile for quite some time. However, the bitch is back and back with a vengeance. Head turning this way and that with all the cool new toys that are begging to be bought, the PSP has proved an effective distraction. It is an incredible piece of kit - pure heaven for those gadget inclined. Although the games released are not quite as jawstopping as would have hoped, there are good things to come. What can I say? I love it. The sound is good, the screen is excellent, the controls perfectly usable. It supports mp3s. It will play video off a memory card. It has wi-fi. It's widescreen. Hell, I can even store cheesy holiday snaps on it. All it needs now is a digital tv receiver, a touchscreen and a stylus and I will be a playstation convert forever.

Monday Moans

How I hate Monday mornings. Dragged reluctantly out of the haven that is a warm bed and a soft pillow, I arrived in the office this morning with an immeasurable thirst for caffeine and a less than amicable mood.

I was therefore none too amused on my way down to the office cafeteria to observe the unacceptable lift behaviour of an unknown colleague so I thought I would share my gripes in the hope of easing my grumpiness..

The Lift Neighbours I Love To Hate

• The Lift Control Freak

  
  This type of species will gravitate automatically to the position where the lift buttons are. They will feel the strong need to hover their index finger over the door close button in order to minimise the time that a lift spends on a floor that is not the floor that they are getting off at. When they accidentally jab the button too soon and almost take someone's head off, they apologise insincerely and jab the button again. Repeat ad infinitum until they get to their floor. Note that usually, what will happen is that all the button-jabbing will confuse the lift and the doors will open and close and cause even more of a delay.
  



• The Desperate Lift Waitee

  
  This person is the bane of any lift user. In situations where there is more than one lift in use, and there are lots of people waiting for lifts, they will exhibit their impatience by pressing the lift call button repeatedly whether or not there is a lift waiting to leave the floor. It does not register to this kind of person that pressing the button severely delays the lift from leaving and causes much opening and closing of doors. This person is stupid and should be slapped around mercilessly.
  



• The Lift Socialite

  
  There are many species of the Socialite. There is the Tube Train Socialite, the Escalator Socialite, the Shop Doorway Socialite, The Stairway Socialite and many more. These people have no regard for others and will happily chat away with their friends in the most obstructive places. The Lift Socialite in particular will stand in the doorway of a lift with a friend chatting and refuse to budge when the lift doors open. This causes distress and annoyance to the poor people who need to get off. Sometimes, the Lift Socialite will also feel the need to spot people they know who are standing somewhere else in the lift and attempt to create conversation over the heads of others, forcing them to have to listen to the boring social smalltalk or equally boring officetalk that they engage in. Advice to other liftgoers: carry your iPod at all times and perfect your shoulder-barge.
  



• The Lift Addict

  
  There are no excuses for these people who take a lift just to go one floor up or down. Take the stairs will you. If you don't know where they are, find out.
  



• The Lift Joker

  
  A rare breed in offices but rife in public spaces like hotels and department stores, this person will press all the buttons on the controls as they depart the lift, causing the lift to stop at every single floor. This renders the lift practically useless.
  



• The Noxious Lift User

  
  Now this breed of lift user can make long lift journeys hell. With a total disregard for others, this type of person will belch, fart,sneeze and cough whenever they feel like it. Likely to make some lift-users exit prematurely.