I Love My Taylor
This week was cooker fixing week. For those of you who havent ever experienced the joy of fixing a paraffin burning cooker with a blocked lower nipple, I’ll spare you the details. It does include quite a lot of screaming “turn it off, for Gods sake, turn it off! and jets of paraffin hitting the ceiling. Then comes the ” but where is it leaking FROM? ” stage, followed by the tired old comments about it being the spanners fault. But in the end, there is the magical moment when after heating the burner for the umpteenth time and gingerly turning on the fuel flow, a strong, steady blue flame appears, and its all worth it. I really do love our cooker, and feel much safer with it than with gas, but the complex relationship you develop with a cooker like this is rather demanding at times.
The other big event of the week was finding my old mobile phone, which had been lost, amazingly, in a cupboard since last June. Of course, three days before I found it we had finally disconnected it. Thats what comes of being too organised, I say.