So, off I marched into Carrefour, full of self-righteous defiance; ready for a fight. Handing over the box containing the offending blender, I thrust the receipt up on to the counter for good measure in order to leave the young man in Customer Service in no doubt that I was not someone to be trifled with.
Not wanting to appear too anxious, I nonchalantly examined my nails as he pulled the blender jug, base and various other accessories out of the box and assembled them. As I glanced up to express my disdain at their inferior product, I was dismayed to see the blender whizzing away merrily while he stared at me as if I was stupidest woman he'd ever encountered, his co-workers sniggering away behind him.
I didn't put the lid on properly.
Not knowing where to look, I shoved the box back into it's bag and mumbled 'thanks' before fleeing the scene of my shame and humiliation. The worse thing is, this isn't the first time I've taken a blender back to the shop because I hadn't put it together correctly and therefore couldn't get it to work. Having strapped five-month-old and four-year-old boy back into the car, I jerked the bag containing the blender out of the bottom of the buggy; the blender came flying out of the box and hit the tarmac, sending little crystals of plastic shards flying as it landed. 'Oh bloody hell!' I spat, 'the sneaky chef is the devils work!! '
So the blender is damaged but thankfully is working.
Feeling rebellious, I sliced up a chocolate cake for the children as they arrived in from school. A friend had given it to me and I thought it churlish to refuse. I do have to be careful of not leaning too far in the other direction: I have a tendency to go to extremes whenever I decide to do something and besides,a slice of chocolate cake is no harm in moderation.
Salmon for dinner, although I haven't decided what to do with it yet... I should be whizzing up my vegetable purees at this stage, but I feel a little hostile towards the blender and the sneaky chef at the moment, and need some time to adjust. I think I shall sit down now and watch 'Cat in a hat' with four-year-old boy.
Not wanting to appear too anxious, I nonchalantly examined my nails as he pulled the blender jug, base and various other accessories out of the box and assembled them. As I glanced up to express my disdain at their inferior product, I was dismayed to see the blender whizzing away merrily while he stared at me as if I was stupidest woman he'd ever encountered, his co-workers sniggering away behind him.
I didn't put the lid on properly.
Not knowing where to look, I shoved the box back into it's bag and mumbled 'thanks' before fleeing the scene of my shame and humiliation. The worse thing is, this isn't the first time I've taken a blender back to the shop because I hadn't put it together correctly and therefore couldn't get it to work. Having strapped five-month-old and four-year-old boy back into the car, I jerked the bag containing the blender out of the bottom of the buggy; the blender came flying out of the box and hit the tarmac, sending little crystals of plastic shards flying as it landed. 'Oh bloody hell!' I spat, 'the sneaky chef is the devils work!! '
So the blender is damaged but thankfully is working.
Feeling rebellious, I sliced up a chocolate cake for the children as they arrived in from school. A friend had given it to me and I thought it churlish to refuse. I do have to be careful of not leaning too far in the other direction: I have a tendency to go to extremes whenever I decide to do something and besides,a slice of chocolate cake is no harm in moderation.
Salmon for dinner, although I haven't decided what to do with it yet... I should be whizzing up my vegetable purees at this stage, but I feel a little hostile towards the blender and the sneaky chef at the moment, and need some time to adjust. I think I shall sit down now and watch 'Cat in a hat' with four-year-old boy.
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