Bringing the Mountain to Mohammed

Why yes, that is a rice cooker bubbling away in my living room.

Why no, I don't live in a studio apartment.  

Which begs the question, why is there a rice cooker bubbling away next to the television in the living room?  Well that would be because that's currently where the only unpacked power strip is plugged in, a power strip that allows Australian and U.S. plug ends and is plugged into a power adapter for our British outlet.  This is what happens when we have appliances / electrical goods from three continents with four different plug ends.

In a few months H will likely get around to replacing the plug ends on compatible appliances so they can plug directly into our British outlets.  With each location, the wires on our electrical goods get shorter and shorter; when they get too short to change the plug ends, does that mean it's time to retire?

Sorry H, It's Too Late for a Dowry

Yesterday retirement looked like this:

homemade marmalade filled 'doughnut muffins'

and like this:

 homemade Nutella brownie bites

Today retirement looks like this:

You might be wondering what the above photograph depicts.  Well, that would be my flooded kitchen floor from me mistakenly thinking my washing machine was finished and opening the machine door before it had drained, not once, not twice, but THREE times.

If H keeps up his track record of late nights at the office the floor might by dry by the time he gets home.  If not maybe a muffin will distract him...too bad they are currently unreachable without rain boots.