Home alone

Staying at home alone, for more than a month, comes with its share of madness, fun, boredom at times, and well goof-ups :p

Now I mean yes, I am pretty good when it comes to doing the household chores. (ahem ahem) But every now and then, everybody is allowed a slip, right?
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When I had arrived from Kolkata, I had about 6 sets of clothes properly washed and ironed with me. So that lasted me a full week, and the Monday of the next week. On Monday evening though, when I returned home, I realized that I didn’t have a fresh pair of clothes to wear, and the prospect of going to office in a sweaty worn shirt and trouser wasn’t particularly enticing. Now I had dinner plans set, and was ready and getting late for that. I needed to put my clothes to wash, so that they can be put to dry by night, and I needed to rush. So, the following sequence followed

· Pick up clothes from following locations: bed1 (my room), bed2 (moms room), floor (only my room), bathroom (on the hooks, sink and floor), and drawing room sofa.
· Shove them into the washing machine
· Switch on the washing machine
· Start washing cycle
· Wear shoes
· Leave.

Now when I reach home, and open the washing machine, a very weird smell greets me. Nothing pungent, Not something that can be classified as a stink. Just a very weird smell. It wasn’t leftover food/chocolate in trouser pockets, it wasn’t some piece of junk gone in with the laundry. It wasn’t anything that had gone wrongly with the laundry. I went through the above mentioned sequence in my mind, and wondered what went wrong.

Any guesses?
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Sunday morning, bordering on afternoon. I’m preparing myself breakfast. The bell rings. Its some bill collection chap. I go fetch my wallet, pay him the bill, and then go back to the kitchen. The coffee water is boiling, and it needs milk. I go to the fridge, open it, take out the doodh ka tasla, and pour milk into the coffee.

The coffee is done, the toast is made. After a decent breakfast, I must now head to grocery store to buy some daily needs.

Have a bath. Change into jeans and shirt.
· iPhone- check
· Handkerchief- check
· Headphones- check
· Wallet- Where’s the wallet, now. I had kept it on the table only yesterday night. Search room, search trouser pockets. sofa crevice. drawers. bag. moms room. recheck all of the above. Nowhere to be found. Damnit! Cheh. Where did I keep it..! Get frustrated, go for drink of water, open fridge. And there, sitting beautifully on the egg-tray, my wallet. Served chilled :D
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Another morning.

· Awesome coffee on the gas burner.
· Watching Australian GP on TV in drawing room.
· Get call
· Go to other room.
· Call goes on for 20 minutes.
· Post call, return to drawing room.
· Smell something burning.
· Remember there was coffee on the burner
· It is not there anymore.
· There is something that resembles a thin layer of charcoal instead
· And the pan. Lets just say it has a new color :p
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Situation 1 strikes again.

Night before office realise that I have shirt to wear to office, but no trousers or fresh set of undergarments. So put clothes to wash. No problems with the washing this time around. Leave them to dry, so that they can be worn in the morning.

Morning, I realize they haven’t yet dried fully. Need a quick fix. Switch on the iron. Iron the trouser. *Aah. Nice crease. Neat pleats* Next is the vest, neatly ironed and kept *Aah. Two done. One to go* Now comes the turn of the trunks. I start ironing. *Yes, its drying. Good* *Ok what is this smoke I see coming out. What is zees???* Switch off iron in damage control. Look at trunk. Look at iron. Turn iron around. See iron plate *Yikes*

Apparently, you aren’t supposed to iron on elastic. Nobody had told me that!, or well, I hadn’t asked anybody. So now the trunk ka elastic has somewhat disintegrated, and the iron plate is now branded JOCKEY! :p

Such are the joys :)

Update:

1. The iron is not working anymore. I dont know how that happened. I swear! It was working for atleast 3 days after above mentioned incident!

2. After 5 rounds of washing with liberal usage of dishwashing liquids, and boiling water, the pan is now closer to usable condition. Not yet there, but close.

3. Most important update of them all ..

*Drumrolls*

Mom. Is. Back!! :) Woothehoo!