Just as I have previously minimised the time I like to spend contemplating the relative merits of dishwashing detergents, I am equally baffled by the phrase ‘dream kitchen’. Is it weird of me that I very rarely dream about kitchens? Except perhaps in darker moods as somewhere to find sharp knives. And if I do ever have a kitchen-based dream, I don’t think the actual design and layout of the units features very strongly; I’m pretty sure it’s the stuff actually going on in the dream kitchen, or kitchen dream, that’s of relevance. If I did ever have a dream in which I was admiring the beveling on a granite worksurface, I hope I’d have the decency to wake myself up in a cold sweat. Continue reading
I shall keep you in suspense no longer. I know you’ve been on tenterhooks waiting to here what The Midlife Manual, one of the hand-selected jurors asked by Finish to trial what they are calling ‘a revolutionary new detergent dispenser system’ and we’re calling Finish QuantuMatic (that being what it’s called), thinks of QuantuMatic.
The first surprise is that for the first time in my life I actually have an opinion about a dishwashing detergent.
The second is that I never thought I’d find myself typing the following sentence: this really is the best dishwashing detergent I’ve ever used. Continue reading
My glasses! My glasses! (to be said in a Velma-from-Scooby-Doo voice)
It may be because it’s Spring, it may have been my recent visit to the Ideal Home Show, it may be because we are about to have out decrepit, mouse-infested kitchen that bits are literally dropping off replaced with a shiny new one, it may be that I have a month’s free supply of dishwasher detergent at my disposal, or it may be that I’ve run out of displacement activities, but I’ve suddenly got the urge for some extreme cleaning. Continue reading
I’ve been reading Laurie Penny’s (@PennyRed) account of Saturday’s TUC march on the New Statesman blog and I have to say it bares no relation to the march I went on. Warzone? Burning barricades? Young people?
Here’s the Midlife version: Continue reading
Which is how I came to be being photographed in my kitchen at 9.30am with a raging hangover, trying to look relaxed and happy beside a table full of greasy plates, meat bones, our unfeasibly large ‘guest’ wine glasses with the dregs of a very fine Rioja, some oozing Chaource, and a nearly empty bottle of genuine Russian vodka. Continue reading
I ask because the Midlife Manual has been selected by Finish as one of 12 bloggers to trial, over the next couple of weeks, what they are calling ‘a revolutionary new detergent dispenser system’ and I’m calling Finish QuantuMatic, that being what it’s called. Continue reading