the tumescent teat of torpor

[lady_t_220]

*shivers* Chateaux T is ungodly chilly today for some reason.
Or maybe it's just LT, who can tell?
It may well be me actually, I think i'm still valliantly trying to fight off the maternal unit's cold. You know I woke up this morning with the hangover from hell. Really, honest to God.

I just wish I'd done the drinking yesterday to warrant it. I never even got within 20' of an alcoholic beverage and while I generally don't complain too much when hungover I'm not so keen on waking up with a distinct feeling of the morning after without actually having had the experience of the night before.



whimsicalnotion, you only have my mobile number don't you? I'll e-mail you the house number cause I'm just chronically awful for leaving my mobile lying round downstairs and not hearing it ring.
(Or just forgetting to turn it on in the first place, though I'm getting better about that. ;p)
Just lemme know when/where, etc only I have to arrange transport this end so I don't bankrupt myself with railway parking fees over the weekend. ;)

EDIT: Though I just spoke to you so it kind of negates that point really... XD



On a seperate note, my grandparents are NUTS, and after moving things around for them today in order to fit in a new bookcase, I can say without fear of contradiction that if they both died tomorrow, they have enough tins of food stored in the wardrobe to feed the lot of us for a fricking MONTH.
*shakes head*
Why on earth does anyone need 12 tins of evaporated milk "just in case". Just in case of what? An evappo famine? O_o
I'm not even touching on the shelf full of tinned corned beef. I guess they must go with the shelf full of tinned potatoes to make the world's biggest corned beef hash...
*sighs* Old people are weird. And man, I thought we had a lot of food in our kitchen. At least ours only lasts a fortnight.

At the rate at which we totally don't consume jam, there's like 3 years supply sitting around over there. Colour me duly disturbed.

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They're all that way

[zet924.livejournal.com]

It's some sort of elderly hoarding mentality that they all slip into. When my cousin's grandparents died I helped clean out the house and we found:
8 big containers of the yucky candied fruit you put in fruitcake
12 cans of salmon
9 one pound cans of ground coffee
14 rolls of aluminum (aluminium?) foil
35 boxes of kleenex
45 'family size' packages of toilet paper. That's 540 rolls total!

If something was sale, they bought it. It didn't matter that they were both over 90 and already had more toilet paper than the average small country, they still bought more. The upside was that none of us had to buy foil or Kleenex of years.... it was like an inheritence.

I can't wait to get old and strange. I'm looking foreward to it.

Re: They're all that way

[lady-t-220.livejournal.com]

If something was sale, they bought it

I could blame it on a throwback to rationing during WWII but they've definitely gotten worse. They used to have a normal pantry, now the pantry takes up the whole ground floor. :p

Actually mum was saying that when one of her collegues had to go through her mother's things after she died they had to check over every single can of food in the house. Because her mother used to open tins, remove the contents then refill the tin with wads of cash before glueing the lid back on.

Because she didn't trust banks, you see.

Re: They're all that way

[zet924.livejournal.com]

Yes, I do see. We also spent a LOT of time unscrewing vent covers, opening all the frozen foods, etc. because they hid cash as well. We found several thousand dollars total and we're pretty sure we didn't find it all.

I can't imagine why they do things like this....

Re: They're all that way

[lady-t-220.livejournal.com]

Because banks run on computers and computers have an inherant ability to fail and they don't write things down on paper like they did in MY day because nothing was as good as double entry book keeping and besides plastic isn't money and I don't trust anything that doesn't have the head of a ruling power printed on it...

And a sock under the mattress is the safest place in the world.