I think my apartment is cursed or the gateway to some sort of broken appliance hell… my washing machine and gas boiler seem to be as temperamental as I am. Yesterday I had to replace my microwave (and bought a bargain slow cooker at the same time); and my bathroom extractor fan has given up the ghost entirely. And the hours I have spent at the bedside of my terminally ill iPod have been in vain.
Tonight I spilled a new jar of coffee across my kitchen floor and in an attempt to clear up said mess I kicked a bucket of dirty water across the floor. I then knocked all of the books of my shelf- smashing into sad little smithereens a favourite lamp in the process.
It may be karma for the day I spent hung over last week while my Mum painted my living room; or it may be the return of a borrowed curse from a long ago boyfriend who had weird and downright scary associations with the number 7: what demon possessed me to buy an apartment bearing that number?
I hate being a ‘stupid handless woman’ when I first moved in I had a vision of myself, work boots, denium shorts, lumberjack shirt and an American smile: armed only with my trusty pink toolbox and my wits: I would be able to take on the world and at the very least my little apartment…
My Mum is one of those women: she is very ‘handy’: as well as painting my living room re-attached my ‘fallen curtain’ rail from the wall and is currently searching Ards for some sort of light fitting thingmebob for my hall light to allow it to work again.
But no, once again I sell out the sisterhood- I now have to call an electrician, a gas boiler service person, perhaps the washing machine guy, the scary Apple service people; and I have to somehow circumnavigate that devil that is the MOT service and the Mechanic’s Garage: that’s a lot of testosterone and being called ‘dear’ for one week.
I’m not quite sure how all this (or any of my recent entries) embrace the spirit of carpe diem… unless the ability to call a man, or rather a list of men, to fix this seemingly endless list of things to right and take control of my little world once more can be somehow seizing the day!
