New and Bold: Savvy Politics

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Why leave, as we’re told, when some are not sold?

It’s not new and it’s not bold, to go back to the old.

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019

Written in response to Theresa May’s claim to have a ‘new and bold’ Brexit deal. See The Independent for further details.

 

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Displaced: A Salopian Hincher in Suffolk

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This house – my cave – has never truly hugged me.

So, feeling the Hinch, I pick up my flimsy frying-pan turner, and get to

work, scraping away the gunk of those who went before.

Will this house now feel like a part of me – or, like gunk, do I still need to scrape me

off                                             and move myself on?

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019

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If interested in Hinching, please read my affiliate-blogger review of Hinch Yourself Happy.

 

 

Savvy Book – Hinch Yourself Happy

Courtesy of my good friend, Waterstones, I just finished reading Mrs Hinch’s book of cleaning tips, ‘Hinch Yourself Happy’!

Not being the tidiest of people (currently surrounded by mountains of dusty books), the last thing I expected was to become a convert. Why then, yesterday, did I find myself googling ‘Deflora’ to find out how to recognise it, and where to purchase it? And how come that, within seconds, I had been teleported to Tesco’s cleaning-product aisle?

Minutes later, I returned to my Dacia, to deposit a bagful of cleaning products in its thirsty boot. Having been spoilt for choice with the Deflora, I had found myself buying one of each. The 120ml, 250ml and 500ml bottles all came in different scents so, of course, I had to buy one (or perhaps two) of each. And somehow, a pair of pink rubber gloves for the kitchen, and yellow ones for the bathroom, also ended up in my shopping basket.

Keen to get stuck in, I started on the washing-up, progressing to emptying the bin, and cleaning the work surfaces. And, because I know that Mrs Hinch will ask, I used ‘Flash All-Purpose Spray’ for the latter task. At this point, I had my usual (not very usual, as I don’t clean all that often, or all that thoroughly) issue with an area of thick-sticky-impossible-to-shift residue at the back of the work surface and directly beneath our Suprema boiler. It’s been there since before the day we moved in and, after an initial cleaning frenzy, in an effort to rid the house of all traces of previous occupancy, I gave up on shifting the stuff (no-one would know – against the mottled-brown work surface, it was invisible); instead, plonking my bottles of cooking oil and pots of utensils on top of it. But, yesterday, already half-way through reading Mrs Hinch’s book, I felt her guiding hand on my shoulder, and resolved to attack the not-to-be-touched area of worktop with renewed vigour.

I tried the Flash spray, helped along with a non-scratch scourer from Tesco. It didn’t work. I’d long suspected that the residue might actually be a glue spillage. But, whether it be Superglu (Bovis kitchen fitters are notorious for leaving their mark!), or Sainsbury’s Home Glue Stick (the previous occupants, by all accounts, had lots of sprogs running amok), I wasn’t going to be beaten.

Looking around for a suitable weapon, I grabbed a slotted frying-pan turner (Poundland), and launched a second attack. The edge of the turner, and my own bionic power worked beautifully (never thought I would think anything involving housework beautiful), and brown-waxy-gluey scrapings quickly evolved into worktop-mountain ranges.

It was unfortunate that Mrs Hinch hadn’t lent me her Shelley Shark to finish the job off properly, but I made-do by shifting the mountains with my scourer, and giving the whole surface a second going-over with the Flash spray.

Finally, I ran my finger-tips all over my now smoother-than-smooth work-surface.

Job done!

Thanks to Mrs Hinch, I had succeeded in hinching myself happy.

One job completed, but still another to go. And this was to be the exciting part – my opportunity to try out the first of my new collection of Zoflora – a 120ml bottle of the ‘Hello Spring’ fragrance.

Full of the joys of spring, I vacuum cleaned the vinyl floor with my better-than-Henry-Hoover from Tesco; and, full of anticipation, popped half-a-capful of Zoflora into my mop bucket (probably also from Tesco!), filled it up with hot water and got cracking.

To be fair, then I was a little disappointed with the fragrance. I expected the aroma to fill the air with pleasantries, but the effect was only mild. Not to be put off, I decided that this could be blamed on the proximity of my kitchen to its neighbouring cloakroom toilet. Now, if Mrs Hinch hadn’t left me at that moment, I might have moved onto cleaning the aforesaid toilet, but she did leave me – so that was the end of that idea!

I would like to end this happy tale, with the breaking news that, today, I did finally get around to getting stuck into the yellow-and-brown grime inside the toilet bowl, but I would be lying – so I won’t.

I would, however, like to state the reason behind my slip in standards (return to my usual non-standards), and the reason is this:

No sooner had I finished the mopping, than Sprog 3 bounded into the kitchen in bare feet and, fearful of the effect of Zoflora on young skin, I screamed at her to get out. Barely was she out of the door, before the great big feet of my hubby, complete with muddy-garden shoes stomped into the kitchen. I decided against screaming at hubby (he’s a lot bigger than me!), but then he deposited a whole load of dirty crocks onto my beautifully clean work surface, proudly announcing that they were just the start of more-to-come from the rubbish-tip bedrooms of Sprogs 2 and 3.

I screamed at him!

Undaunted (lie), I put my best scrubbers onwards and, with gusto, attacked the new round of dirty crocks. You will very likely be admiring my resilience but, in truth, I was trying to speed up events –  so that I could move on to trying out one of Mrs Hinch’s magic tricks. I only needed to soak my dirty dishcloths in Zoflora overnight, to be guaranteed the reward of a divine smell the next morning.

So, I did the cloths, circumnavigated my way around the cloakroom and sought out my settee to settle in for a viewing of Britain’s Got Talent.

And on entering the kitchen this morning?

There was no divine smell of Zoflora, but there was still a nasty odour emanating from the cloakroom.

Still, one can’t have it all, and I was, for a little while yesterday, very happy indeed. So thank you, Mrs Hinch!

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019

Image by Julio Cesar Velasquez from Pixabay

P.S. Whilst writing this post, I collected my Zoflora collection from the kitchen, to get the names of the scents correct for my Hinch review. And, I have to say, that the smell of all of those bottles on my writing desk, next to my laptop, is total heaven! Hence, here is my very own Jay Cool tip:

  1. Buy Zoflora (It’s cheaper at B&M than at Tesco! (£1 for 120ml instead of £1.25!) Yes, I did buy a load more bottles of the stuff today – I’m not one to miss out on a few bargains and, besides, the fragrances were different!).
  2. Don’t do any cleaning (the hubby and sprogs will only undo your hard work)!
  3. Instead, place your entire collection of Zoflora bottles, next to you whilst you blog.
  4. Proceed to ‘Write Yourself Happy with Jay Cool’.

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Copyright of postscript and photograph also owned by Jay Cool, May 2019

P.P.S. The teleportation bit has nothing to do with the fact that, last Friday, I was sweet-talked by Sprog 3, into watching ‘Avengers: End Game’ at Cineworld! Okay, so I didn’t need much persuading, and it was pretty good. Shame that the old geezer, Iron Man, kicked the bucket (I’d taken quite a shine to him) and left his daughter and wife all on their lonesome-ownsome.

Oops, is that a spoiler?

N.B. Tragically, I am not being paid any commission from Cineworld, Marvel, Tesco, Poundland or B & M!

Savvy Book – The Vegetarian

Savvy Books – Not Yet Wall

Savvy Book – The Killables

7: Knotted

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Why give up a job that pays well? Shouldn’t I be grateful? Stop the whingeing and get on with it?

Get on with what?

Get on with trying to get to the peak of the mountain, whilst hanging on to the cliff face by old rope? Get on with the knowing that the only way to haul myself up there is to scramble over the rubble – to step up to the top upon the crushed spines of others?

Get on with it?

Or, get off of it?

I wasn’t put on this planet to be a crushing machine. I wasn’t given this life to feed upon the pain of others.

I’m getting off.

I’m getting off, but the knots in this old bit of rope – hold strong.

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019

Image by Pezibear from Pixabay

 

If you enjoyed this post, please read Giving Up the Day Job 6: A Diary.

Struggling: A Pong with a Ping

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Struggling to see the

bar rising, I take a mallet and squish it down, hoping for a

pingback.

 

Written by Jay Cool, in response to a descending staircase of viewings on her blog.

 

Image by Ulrike Mai from Pixabay

Vagabond: A Savvy Poem

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‘Ping-Pong Poppers in Chilton’ by Jay Cool, May 2019

 

Vague?

Is my plan for a future that is not yet here a tad too vague?

And, being vague, am I destined to wander;

to wander on from place to place and to ping on

back from bone to

bone, and

back

right

in

to the

d

e

p

t

h

s

of the cave

that’s in my head?

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019

Written in response to the ‘Word of the Day Challenge’ to use the word ‘vagabond’.

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/05/16/vagabond/

 

http://cyranny.com/2019/05/16/vagabond-word-of-the-day-challenge/

Foliage in the Middle: A Silly Poem

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As woman reaches middle age,

her middle bits shed hairs;

so why’s it fair that ageing trees,

grow leaves fed by her tears?

 

Copyright of poem and photo owned by Jay Cool, May 2019

 

If you would prefer to read something sensible about trees, take a read of: Giving Up the Day Job 6: A Diary, which contains an Amazon affiliate link to a recommended book for tree fans.

 

Rugged Guy: A Silly Haiku

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Rugged guy up high

why hide and then surrender?

Drop your stilts and run ……..!

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019

 

‘Rugged Guy in Chilton’ photograph by Jay Cool

 

 

Getting Out of the Day Job 6: Pinch Me

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I’m still pinching myself (not Hinching myself). Did I really sign up for voluntary redundancy last week? And does that really mean I’ll be ‘unemployed’?

Only right now, it just doesn’t feel quite like the truth. Is it true? Will I be jobless? In which case, why am I still being woken up by my alarm clock at 6.30 every weekday morning? Nothing feels at all different. I’m still going to work, and I’m still bringing work home with me from work.

Will I really be free, in something like ten weeks time? Is my imaginary future a real future? Or am I about to wake up from a pleasant dream?

Will I really have the time to write lots and lots, or will my hubby’s prediction that I will spend all my time tidying up our only-slightly-messy-and-chaotic home come into fruition?

Dream on, Hubby! I’m no Mrs Hinch!

Okay, so I do share with Mrs Hinch a bit of a passion all things family-related. I’m constantly expanding my family tree, even to the extent of adopting any hangers-on for the purpose, i.e. I have been known to dress up water bottles and potatoes to keep company with (and some very good conversations I’ve had with them too!).

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But, seriously – there’s no way I’m going to be dressing up the kitchen mop or naming any of our scourers, and I certainly won’t be increasing the amount of time I spend in their company or wasting my red-wine drinking time by ‘putting’ them ‘to bed’ * Hincher-style!

Having said that, then I am finding ‘Hinch Yourself Happy’, Mrs Hinch’s bestselling book a very entertaining read, and I’m quite taken with the idea of getting hold of some of that Zoflora stuff she keeps banging on about, which could be just the thing for sorting out my growing mountain of slimy dishcloths. Alternatively, then it might be a cheaper idea to remove the aforesaid cloths from the sink, before tipping away my unfinished beverages.

But, I do rather like the idea of a Forest Pine Zoflora scented kitchen. It could, in fact, create the ideal climate in which to finish reading my copy of Peter Wohlleben’s ‘The Hidden Life of Trees’, and to get on with writing my own tree-inspired trilogy.

A kitchen to die for in the heart of a forest; reading, writing, chats with my charming potatoes and …

Unemployed? Whoever first uttered such a word was off the mark by a long way.

Unhindered?

(Unhinged?)

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019

P.S. Anyone know of a suitable bed-time story for my baby potatoes?

  • ‘Hinch Yourself Happy’, pp. 57-58

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Hope: A Savvy Haiku

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Old wishes blasted,

threads of a future fancy

hang on – hoping, still …

 

Copyright of poem, and photo, owned by Jay Cool, May 2019