busy little bee

I have been so busy all week I haven't had a chance to update! Well, when I say busy, I mean my kind of busy. Which is more like lazy than busy. I did work on Tuesday and Wednesday - got a couple of sub-editing gigs in one of the tabloids. Sub-editing should be my perfect job. I love nothing more than pointing out to family and friends the spelling mistakes they have made. They really love that about me. However, with real life subbing, one has to remember so many little rules and regulations which one must adhere to. One couldn't write like this for example. ANyway, so the hours are pretty crazy too...3.30pm until 11.30 pm. So I get home, have dinner at midnight and by the time I get to bed it is 1.ooam. No chance of a lie-in the next morning, so spend the day in a zombie-like daze dreading 3.30pm rolling around because you know you have hours and hours ahead of you in work. Still, it is a relentlessly busy job once there and so the shifts do tend to fly by. I was also sitting next to a couple of very pleasant guys who were up for a laugh. To reward myself for my 2 days of hard slog, yesterday I pretty much took the day off - went into town shopping, started a writing test which I had to do for a web content writer's position and bought a cake tin. Following on from yesterday's events, today I made a cake. That tin won't go to waste, oh no sir-ree. A pistachio and orange cake with an orange blossom syrup to be exact. Sounds good doesn't it?

Far from a scene of contented domestic bliss though, if anyone had entered into my kitchen between the hours of 2pm and 5pm, they would have happened upon a chaotic horrible awful mess. Firstly, my food processor gave up the ghost and so I had to personally pulp oranges by hand - surely that is something no person should have to put up with - and then I had to clean all the bits of the food processor that got dirty even though it wasn't working and I didn't use it in the end anyway - and then bits of the processor kept falling on the floor (my kitchen is the size of postage stamp) and so then I had to keep mopping egg and sugar mix off the tiles. This is between shelling and chopping huge handfuls of pistachios, mint and making syrup. I have two work surfaces in my kitchen, one is taken up by my boyfriend K's new bread maker and the other is taken up by my boyfriend's food processor. As well as having no surfaces on which to prepare food, I also kept tripping over the box the bread maker came in which he has left sitting on the kitchen floor, for two weeks now "in case it breaks and we have to send it back". In light of processor-gate maybe it isn't such a bad idea. I guess we don't actually need any surfaces to actually prepare food anyway, with all K's culinary machines. He still wouldn't let me get an ice-cream maker though.