I am a Husband

1] What's the old fool on about now? I've known that for ages.

2] Huh? He never said: the git.

3] So what? I've heard that one before...

I wonder which of those choices was your reaction to the title of this post.

Actually, there is a fourth option. I am a comedy husband, represented in many an advertisement for air freshener, shampoo, washing up liquid, and numerous other household products.

Myn is away for the weekend, being a highly skilled practitioner of her First Aid craft at the Sugar Hill festival, leaving me to cause all kinds of havoc at home.

Homebrew continues apace. I bottled the "Pacific Quartet": a blend of white grapes from (guess where?) the Pacific coast of the USA, and started off a Chilean Carmenere / Carbernet Sauvignon. So far so good. However, I used a combination of screwtop, cork and sherry bottles. It always seems a waste to bottle and cork some wine, only to uncork it a few days (or hours) later, so some "easy access" bottles seem to make sense. The problem came shortly after I put the bottles in the winerack.

One of the sherry bottles rejected its cork, spilling about 2/3rds of its content on the hall cupboard floor. I discovered this in the evening and spent a fun hour or so trying to extract as much wine from the carpet as possible. I left a fan running overnight, to try and dry it out further, but was woken this morning by the sound of running water. Wine, as it turned out. Two further bottles, in fact, with a third about to go the same way. I have spent more time today drying out the same carpet again.

If that weren't enough, I managed to break the door off the washing machine this evening. While cooking dinner, I bent down to look through the oven door, and somehow managed to sit on the open washing machine door, pulling it off its hinges.

What will I do next?

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Just to keep everyone updated, I'm now working as a Finance Manager in Trafford Park. It's a smallish company that's part of a bigger one, and it's a very friendly and pleasant place to work, although unfortunately there's no receptionist, so phonecalls come through to Finance and we get to screen out all the useless sales calls, including the occasional very cheeky operator who claims to be something they're not in order to get straight through to the managing director.

It's all slightly manic as it's monthend and me and my boss have only eight weeks or so experience of the company between us. Onwards and upwards!