“Let’s have teasmaid drinks in bed,” I say to MindReader.
MindReader looks sombrely at the kettle.
“The teasmaid is more FUN!” I say.
He sighs as I begin gathering: two mugs with milk and coffee in for today, one mug for tomorrow, and I pour some milk into the little baby flask to bring upstairs for tomorrow’s drink.
“Did you enjoy it this morning?” MindReader says as we walk upstairs.
“I forgot to fill the water up,” I say. “I was awake and waiting for it and nothing happened!”
MindReader turns around and makes a sad face, his blue eyes in shadow.
I set the alarm for one minute’s time, because I have not yet figured out how to JUST make drinks.
The alarm goes off. Nothing happens.
“I forgot to add water again,” I say.
MindReader smiles and looks more shocked than normal, puffing his cheeks out and releasing the air slowly. He pretends to read his book.
I fill the water, reset the alarm and realise I’ve left the flask open and the leftover milk STINKS so go off to wash the flask. As I head downstairs the alarm goes off and I see MindReader, through the rails in our bannister, grumpily reach to turn it off.
When I get back upstairs the water is rushing cheerfully into the mugs and I sit back happily. I realise much, much too late that my ad hoc water measuring was wrong and I watch coffee cascade into the drip tray.
I giggle and swear whilst MindReader seriously reads his book.
Next in my “the teasmaid will be more FUN” quest, I mistake the drip tray for the base of the teasmaid (QUITE EASILY DONE) and chuck coffee all up the walls.
Still MindReader ignores me; his lips only slightly quivering.
“I’m going to have to bring your coffee round,” I say.
I pick it up. The water is distended slightly over the brim (because H2O is a sticky molecule, did you know that? Being taught science by an utter moron, who knew) and it’s scolding hot. Channelling my inner ballerina I stand very, very slowly and take a small step.
“Coffee’s on its way,” I say. “Might be a while…”
I move VERY SLOWLY around the room, mopping up little drips with a brown soggy tissue.
“Nearly there…” I shuffle across the floor and past the laundry baskets. “Whatever you do don’t make me laugh.”
I dare to turn my head. Coffee leaks onto my hand. MindReader has his head buried in the pillow, the book long-discarded, shaking with laughter.
Oh, BG, bless you! HA! Beautiful.
Too funny – I love your stories about domestic life. But where is this year’s daylight savings time story? I look forward to those ones too….
Daylight saving happens a week on Saturday in the UK. rest assured it will be blogged!
Oh good! It happened here in Canada this past weekend, and while it doesn’t usually affect me this year it has for some reason and I’ve been sleepwalking through the week.
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