I got home after my exercise class this evening to discover a trail of Cheerios running from the kitchen. The little round nuggets of breakfast cereal seemed to have been placed in an orderly fashion, every foot or so down the hall and into the living room. I wondered if Hansel and Gretel had left a trail whilst trying to find a way out of the forest that is my home. I guess I'll never know. Nobody owned up to it, anyway.
Mr Spanner, kindness incarnate, presented me with cooked food. I'd left the ingredients for risotto in the fridge and he'd used the ones he felt comfortable with i.e. one vegetable, rice and cheese. If he doesn't know exactly what to do with a vegetable, then it will sit in the fridge until it walks out on its own. Consequently the courgettes and leeks are still in the fridge and the risotto was a little unexciting.
I went to get cutlery, only to find that dinner had been served over top of the open cutlery drawer. My knives, forks, spoons, teaspoons, potato masher, bread knife, vegetable peeler, cling-film, sandwich-bags and numerous other bits and bobs are now coated with a thin sprinkling of cheesy rice.
Mr Spanner does not predict events well. He doesn't anticipate the twenty minutes work involved in cleaning out the whole drawer, for the sake of just shutting it. No, this isn't the first time, and no, it won't be the last and yes, I have told him to do food on the other work surface and no, he doesn't remember to do it.
Sigh. Maybe if I just pick out the stickier bits of rice, I can get away without cleaning out the entire thing?