Desperate measure on the domestic front

Don't read if eating, just eaten, or about to eat, or maybe don't read at all...

My Sunday dinner was spoilt this week.

Which is a shame because it is a big production in this house.  Angel is rather partial to her Sunday roast, and I like playing the game of let's see how many meals can be made from one chicken.  So most Sunday mornings are spent peeling mountains of vegetables, preparing sauces and stuffing and of course disinfecting the kitchen after dealing with the raw meat.

I am very careful about raw food and leftovers and how I dispose of them.

So I nearly got sick when I went out to the smelly dustbin in the yard to find these little white wormy things crawling up the inside.

Yes, I had maggots in my bin :((  

Even typing the 'm' word makes me want to retch and brings back nightmare memories of hiding and shuddering behind the sofa during a long-ago episode of Dr Who.   

I didn't dare tell the kids.  I can imagine that aspie boy would have demanded an immediate evacuation and even I was afraid to sleep on the Sunday night for fear that they would creep into the house....

Do you ever wonder about the lovely life of a SAHM and carer?  All those child-free hours while the kids are in school?

Well last Monday they were spent cleaning maggots out of the bin.

I decided to do the dirty deed in the back lane - currently only used by a biker who revs up and down while our children are trying to sleep.  Some time later with the help of a large bottle of Jeyes fluid and gallons of water, the bin was clean and so was the lane.  Thinking my troubles were over I started to clear up and bring everything into the back through the rarely-used garden gate.  Only to find that it wouldn't close, having dropped off its hinges during the hour or so that it had been open.  As I *may* have mentioned before, I have a problem with drills, so getting it shut was finally achieved with a combination of a tent peg, WD 40 and a hammer.  God knows if it will ever open again!

And still on the list:  The case of the broken long life light bulb.  They have mercury in them don't they?  I haven't been able to find out if this is dangerous or not, but I spent a long time cleaning out the shed just in case... The kitchen tap is still dripping 15 months on, and a few bits have fallen of it too.  But it's not a normal tap apparently.   So a special solution will be needed.  I haven't found out what this is yet.  And let's not mention the fridge, which still struggles to maintain a safe temperature.  Then there's the one remaining light bulb in the kitchen:  The lovely light fittings were chosen when I was still married to the man who can fix all things and sometimes did.  Changing the bulbs requires a ladder, a screwdriver, a bowl of soapy water and someone underneath to catch any of the glass bits that I might drop.  Six days later and I still have only one bulb ....

Oh and for my Facebook friends, I hope this post explains why I was a bit grumpy last Sunday!