Think I missed my calling

With this news afternoon being as slow as it is, mebbe a bit of personal drama … two actually.

Someone was downstairs, shouting at someone else and did not stop. Oh great. Realised he was at the corner of our building, at ground level and the only way I could see was to climb on the 2’ window sill with the kitchen sink behind it but the only way to do this is usually to bring in the low footstool and climb up that way, via the kitchen bench.

That bit was ok … and it was some guy seated on one of our outdoor chairs, shouting into a phone. Uh huh. Next was to climb back down to the floor, which involves hanging onto two strategic handholds … that bit was ok.

However, as I moved slowly back to the edge, feeling with foot for the footstool, the other foot kicked the chopping board over the edge … caught it with said foot, kicked it back on the bench and completed the step down. Quite liked that.

Lunch … made a sauce for the meat in a skillet pan, last job before eating it … the skillet slipped off the hob in mid bubbling, I caught the handle, turned it horizontal and caught maybe 90% of the sauce as it landed in the pan, not on the floor, back on hob, wiped the bit on the mat, turned off the jet, sauce on the meat … not a bad lunch. Mushroom sauce by the way.

Think I may have missed my vocation … no, not juggler but pizza maker.

News resumes around Steve time later.