Monday, December 04, 2006


OK. Legitimate question that is causing me genuine distress and then a bit about my great trip to Barcelona before returning to my 4.5 papers that have to be finished before Saturday.

Q: What is the best way to get my flatmates to do their share in the kitchen? I go away for a weekend and come back and the table is covered in filthy, crusty dishes, spilled drinks, noodles, visible e.coli germs and the like. I have now done the ENTIRE wash five times. I keep thinking that if I let it pile up enough, someone else will go "That is disgusting and potentially dangerous" and do it, but they just let it build and build until I cave in and do it. Today made me almost cry. I have left notes, dropped hints, and said flat-out that someone else HAS to do it, to no avail. Thoughts?

Alright, Part II. Barcelona. Amazing, beautiful city. I was really not jazzed about going because I was so tired and I have so much work to do before Rich comes, but I'd booked the tickets with Sara way in advance so I went.

I'm so glad I did! Barcelona was just unlike everything I ever did. Do you know how many cathedrals I have been in during my stay in Europe? And I still thought the Sagrada Familia was fascinating. Sara and I just relaxed, walked around, found cool neighborhoods and restaurants, and had a tremendous battle of room rudeness with Australians. Loved it.

A Museum

Boxed wine

A cool cathedral

Sara likes her exhibits interactive.

Lady and the chocolate.

My friends are big jerkfaces and are making me spend money on dinner which is not good. Because I have no money. And lots of work. Answer my inquiry at the top.


Anonymous dad said...

Bring them in the kicthen and grab them by the neck and rub their noses in the dishes and say BAD DOG

11:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I meant Kitchen (so I can't type)
sue me

11:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

move out. it's the only thing that CAN be done (this is the voice of experience in these matters. aka your most beautiful cousin)

11:45 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fly me over. I'll be more than happy to clean the kitchen. Wait a minute. They don't allow guns there?. I won't be able to defend myself against people offering me tea.. Never mind..
( Beloved Uncle Johnny )

p.s. Can't wait to see You! : )

4:39 PM  

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