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Coping just comes naturally

People ask some really weird questions when you live on your own.  The conversation goes like this,  'Do you eat every day?'  'Of course, don't you?'  'Yes but I cook for two of us, it must be difficult to find the motivation to cook for yourself.'   Another is 'don't you find your house a bit big for you on your own?'  Well let's think about this.  Whether you are a single person or a couple you use the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, bathroom and bedroom.  (well most couples use one bedroom).  One woman said in response to this observation,  'Well my husband has a study as well.'  Oh heaven forbid if a woman has a study or an office.  A man was complaining about the cost of living.  'It is worse for us because we  pay for 2 people.'  Give me strength.  The chances are the household bills are the same, taxes are the same, heating is the same and YOU HAVE TWO INCOMES.

I have been laid up with bronchitis, which means you feel pretty foul and breathing is somewhat difficult.  Stay warm, rest and drink lots of water was my advice to myself but it will be Christmas soon and all my family are coming so there is much to be done.  After a couple of days I was bored of being ill  so decided to clean out bedrooms, make beds and start baking.  I dragged really heavy stuff from  the top floor to the bottom to take to the tip tomorrow.  I have tripped over it three times while it has been piled up in the hall.  On Friday I had an important decision to make as I peered into an empty fridge.  Do I starve or go out in the cold to buy food.  Food won.

When you live on your own coping just comes naturally so who needs a plumber when the dishwasher spews water all over the kitchen floor?  I dragged it out of its allotted place and inspected the outlet pipe.  It is full of holes.  Did they just appear there in one go?  Why not one hole?  Do the holes get together and decide to spontaneously rip through the rubber hose just for the fun of it?  This can't be too difficult I thought to myself.  Just remove the old pipe, go to a hardware shop and buy a replacement.  l washed the grime that had accumulated behind and under the dishwasher over the years and set to work.  After a frustrating  hour I was no nearer removing that tube than flying to the moon.  What do they fix it with?  Why doesn't it just unscrew?  I gave up and called a plumber.  No answer.  I called another.  He is  en vacances and will be back in the new year.  The third answered but the woman said her husband was on strike with the rest of the country.  Isn't it his own business?  I asked.  Yes, she said but it is solidarity.  The fourth will be open Tuesday.  I sat on the floor and tried again to remove the outlet pipe.  Can I really be defeated by a piece of hose?



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