One of the good things about a certain knowledge that one cannot sleep is the ability to allocate the time well and achieve some stuff. What often works against this laudable aim is the sheer tiredness that accompanies the insomnia.
Not so tonight.
After finishing the radio show and having a quick sandwich (insofar as a single crust can be deemed a sandwich), I got straight to work. First, I updated a couple of web sites, then put some music together for a video, before rounding the evening off with cleaning the fridge. (it was a thick crust - and granary, quite tasty)
The thing about the fridge is that we had some fridge poetry, very rude fridge poetry, that needed to come off the fridge before we could safely show people round the house with a view to selling it. (I had some ham on it, but it was so thick that if I bit the ham off the top taking some bread, there was still some crust left underneath)
Sounds simple, doesn't it? Just take the pieces off and store them.
I do declare that I would be in great difficulties were I to try and overstate the difficulty of removing the black deposits left by the tiles. They seem to have chemically bonded with the white enamel of the fridge. Fiona had a good go this evening, but was defeated - despite a valiant effort. (I had lemon curd on the remaining underneath bread - very tasty)
I resolved to find a way, and way find I did do.
Enamel, thought I....hmmmm........that's a bit like car paint, isn't it?
T-Cut!
Sorted.
Went through it like butter. Whoosh! - Three hours later, all done.
It's nice to see the fridge restored to showroom spec again, though please don't look too closely. There may be a few very carefully placed fridge magnets...
I find now, having done the deed and told you all about it, that I am ready to sleep.
Yes. I think I am very ready. (and I had a cup of coffee as well, because it doesn't keep me awake)
Surely, this is the much-lauded Open Sandwich. Staple of gastro pubs, and curse of the executive tie (not that I've ever worn an executive tie. One up point of yours and Jason insomnia is waking up to a new blog entry. Maybe, there could be a rota?
Posted by: John Cooper | October 20, 2005 at 09:32 AM
T Cut ... of course. Stunningly clever and amazingly simple. Well done!
.... Now what shall I have for lunch ... mmmm .... maye a nice ham sandwich, or how about some lemon curd on nice fresh bread.
Posted by: Liz Marshall | October 20, 2005 at 12:39 PM
what is T cut?
Posted by: christine | October 20, 2005 at 10:48 PM
T-Cut is a fluid that men use to wipe on their cars.
Posted by: AndyC | October 21, 2005 at 01:27 AM
This is true commitment Andy. Well done.
Posted by: Tim the Enchanter | October 21, 2005 at 08:14 AM
and women use it too - in fact I stole my dad's as I needed to address some paint issues on my clio - but then I crashed it and no amount of t cut was going to make that better! Now it is in the boot of my pug and I am going to use it.......so ha ha ha!
Posted by: ruth | October 21, 2005 at 09:47 AM