Last night, the chinese take away that was meant to make life easier made things a million times harder. I had finished eating and had just steered the Troll back into bed for the fiftieth time when I noticed the soy sauce bottle on it's side.
It was a fresh bottle that I had opened just for this meal. The bottle was now empty and the contents had soaked into the carpet and bean bag.
It was 9.15pm and I had only just got out the duvet to snuggle under whilst I watched Big Brother. Instead of snuggling I was on my hands and knees soaking up and squeezing out the soy bean juice. Not a million miles away from what I'd been doing earlier in the week with the kiddies vomit.
When I had finished with the carpet I then tried to empty the bean bag balls into a duvet cover so I could wash the soy sauce off the cover before it got really stinky. Except I tried to do it too quickly so loads of the little polystyrene balls flew out.
So our pokey little living room became reminiscent of a snowy chinese takeaway.
Bleurgh - good riddance to this week.
The sun hasn't been out all day so it seems a bit wrong to be making a recipe from Nigella Lawson's 'Forever Summer', but that's just what I've done, and we had 'Crab, Chilli and Watercress Linguine'.