It’s hard to write every day, not because I don’t have anything to write about but simply because I get swamped in daily life and don’t get the time to sit down and sort my thoughts. In fact, all that I seem to be doing these days is just sorting out things.
Ever since the scaffolding came up outside our building around two years ago, my house, and I assume that of the other residents ( going by their harrowed expressions too), has been in a mess! It all started with re-wiring which took all of a month and generated so much dust that it took another two months to sort that out. Then the scaffolding came down just before the rains but the rains came down bringing its own problems in its wake. Finally everything seemed to be getting sorted out and back on track when my washing machine gave way. That took almost a month to get fixed but not before we began painting the house.
The first week went like a dream as did the second when we managed to get all the bedrooms done without a problem. It was only when we began doing the kitchen that the problems arose: first a chunk of the ceiling came off revealing some seriously rusted iron bars which had to be cleaned and polymerised. Then just as the painters were winding up for the day, we discovered that the gas stove got disconnected from the pipe and that the nozzle had to be repaired/replaced. I panicked for a moment not knowing what to do. Taking a deep breath I realised that I had two options – either to buy a new gas table top cooking stove or to get this one repaired – the deciding factors being whether to save money or go without tea, breakfast and lunch today.
Jumping into the car with the stove, I went to my favourite shop and found out that the price difference between repair and purchase was 1: 3. My inbuilt parsimony won hands down and I turned in the stove for repairs. I only hope I’ve done the wise thing and will have to do without tea just for today!
This is my post for Write Tribe today.