It is Monday morning, the clocks have moved forward, and everyone is grumpy on account of getting up an hour early.
I nag the children to get out of bed, get dressed, eat up, and brush their teeth. They retaliate by whining non-stop, and the little one spills her cereal all over herself, her chair, and the floor.
I shout, which scares her, and makes her cling to my clean, smart, ready-for-work cardigan.
I curse, run up the stairs, get changed, run back down, and notice that the dishwasher has gone on strike, apparently in a protest over some water drainage problem.
I kneel down to take out the skirting board running along the base of the renegade appliance, my tight gets caught on the edge of a tile, and starts to run. The skirting board mocks me by not budging.
I call Mr Nice.
Mr Nice takes his son to school, comes round, yanks the skirting board off *, pulls the dishwasher out, tips excess water off and presses the start button. A promising whir ensues, and I fall into his arms,
alarmed stupefied by the pathetic overwhelming gratefulness I feel.
* actually breaks the mocking f**er
My absolutely favourite song of the moment. Insanely cool…
Dafuniks – All I want