All posts filed under: Greek God(zilla)

The Courgette

While many couples may get into a debate over whose turn it is to have control of the remote, go out on a Friday night or sleep in on a Sunday morning, it is more unusual for a couple to argue over who gets to do the supermarket shop. Yet, this is the predicament I have recently found myself in. When the Greek God(zilla) and I were both working full-time, the weekly food shop was something that we did online and it was delivered on Saturday mornings. When I left my office job and started working from home, I suddenly had much more time to wander the supermarket aisles in search of good deals. This was usually on a Wednesday when I wanted to avoid our cleaner so that she wouldn’t judge me for being at home all day while she scrubbed my toilet. I got into a routine and it worked really well for us. I would menu plan in advance and add ingredients to a running shopping list. When we were close to running out of something I would add said item to the list so that I’d remember to buy …

The Football Table

I really enjoy the run-up to Christmas. For us, the festive fun starts on 10th December – the Greek God(zilla)’s birthday – when we traditionally choose our tree and hold our annual Christmas party. However, this year we decided to have a low-key affair and had a quiet one at our local instead. As I did not have a party for 40 people to cater for and host, I had much more time on my hands to get organised for Christmas and bar one item, had finished most of the shopping early *insert smug face here*. I always say that the moment you start to feel even slightly smug about yourself, the universe will reward you with you a big cosmic punch in the face… and I was about to be proved right! Our 7-year old had requested a football table from Father Christmas. One of those big clumpy things with little red and blue men on poles that no doubt would have to stay in the middle of our living room forever as there is no space for it anywhere else. Anyway, as he …

#Showergate

When we moved into this house, we knew it needed some updating. Over the years, we have replaced most of the windows, had the walls replastered and painted, and put a proper floor down in the loft. There is still so much we would like to do; have a downstairs loo fitted, extend our kitchen into the side return, put in a bifolding door across the entire back of the house, convert the loft, deck the garden, repair our front wall and replace the lounge carpet with a shiny wooden floor. However, in the event that we do not win the lottery, we have to make do with making small changes as and when we can afford them. One of our priorities is the bathroom. As it is so small, it can only fit a ¾ length bath with a shower attachment so our dreams of a roll-top bath and walk-in shower for 4 will never be realised. Well, not in this house anyway. One of the other problems with our shower is that it has diva-like tendencies and …

The Greek God(zilla) Strikes Again!

The Greek God(zilla) is well-known for his DIY skills, although not necessarily in a good way. There was the time he decided to patch up the house using parcel tape, and another when he tried his hand at bleeding a radiator following an intensive 2.07 minute YouTube tutorial. Last summer, after an external water pressure incident affected our entire neighbourhood, the Greek God(zilla) attempted to repressurise the boiler after growing impatient for the problem to be resolved ‘officially’. He pressed a button – that he was advised not to press – and inevitably flooded the kitchen! When we ran out of available saucepans and buckets to catch the flow, I took the decision to evacuate our son to a nearby friend’s house to wait it out. A few hours and HUNDREDS of pounds later, the house was dry enough to return. For months, we have been incident free and the Greek God(zilla) has resisted the urge to touch any buttons that he does not understand, including the Apple TV remote and my MacBook Air. But, it would appear that the temptation was just too …

The Key Bowl

In our hallway, there is a glass bowl that was originally placed there for decorative purposes but has recently started being used to home sunglasses, Lego men, lipstick and keys. Every morning before I leave the house, I delve into the bowl to retrieve my house keys and as soon as I walk back through the door, I drop them into the bowl again. I do not keep my keys in my bag, my coat pocket, or on the kitchen table. They always go in the bowl, that’s just the way it is. Other stuff sometimes finds it way into the bowl too, but only as a temporary resting place from the stairs to the place they really belong. However, one morning earlier this week when I was about to leave for the school run, my keys were not where they were supposed to be. I searched behind the bowl, down the back of the chest the bowl sits on, and then emptied the contents of the bowl out on the hallway floor. I found smarties, loose coins and a …