Curiouser and curiouser
Dec. 1st, 2006 02:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stellar_muddleWell, so far I have found cinnamon lollies and dried cranberries and the chopsticks/hairsticks and a bag full of books from the lifeline bookfair and bandaids in the box with all the results from the iron ore smelt?!
But there is no sign of a little bottle of Singer sewing machine oil.
Where would you put a little bottle of oil which you don't trust the lid on and so needs to stay upright, when moving interstate?
It is one of those things where I know exactly where it lived in Canberra - open shelf, tall cabinet in the dining room, but can't remember if I have seen it here. If we were sensible it will be mummified in a large ball of plastic bags and in with the kipple from that same shelf, but packing seldom brings out the most sensible.
I have the nasty suspicion it may be in the car, in which case it is parked at Z's work waiting for him to get back from up north... but that is a very vague suspicion.
Maybe if I tidy more it will jump out and ambush me when I am not looking.
Edit: I cheated and picked up the last bottle of singer sewing machine oil from the supermarket. $2. This will of course guarantee I find the old one. But as long as that is after dinner, I. don't. care.
This evening may be spent in playing with 3D jigsaw puzzles and dripping on them.
But there is no sign of a little bottle of Singer sewing machine oil.
Where would you put a little bottle of oil which you don't trust the lid on and so needs to stay upright, when moving interstate?
It is one of those things where I know exactly where it lived in Canberra - open shelf, tall cabinet in the dining room, but can't remember if I have seen it here. If we were sensible it will be mummified in a large ball of plastic bags and in with the kipple from that same shelf, but packing seldom brings out the most sensible.
I have the nasty suspicion it may be in the car, in which case it is parked at Z's work waiting for him to get back from up north... but that is a very vague suspicion.
Maybe if I tidy more it will jump out and ambush me when I am not looking.
Edit: I cheated and picked up the last bottle of singer sewing machine oil from the supermarket. $2. This will of course guarantee I find the old one. But as long as that is after dinner, I. don't. care.
This evening may be spent in playing with 3D jigsaw puzzles and dripping on them.
