Sunday, 13 February 2011

i never thought the day would come when i would be excited over a cooker. literally, never. peep-toe heels? yes. scarves and headbands with that cute flower print? of course. my new fudge coloured nail polish? obvilously. but a cooker? hmmm, i new i felt a bit funny when i woke up this morning. i mean, its not even some amazing wonder cooker that can fly or something, its just a plain old white cooker. (well, i actually love the fact that it's old because its got that whole cute grannyish thing going on)
but yeah, so there i am; rushing around the parents house grabing random coats and bags (attempting to find mine) and running to the car whilst shouting to my mother to hurry up and that she doesn't really need to put on shoes to drive. after all this i am standing in a strange womans flat, after meeting a man on the side of the road (he said he'd meet us there, probably to check that we wasn't weird people) and staring at a cooker with genuine awe. there, right in front of me, close enough to touch (but i didn't touch it, i think the woman might have thought i was rather odd if i did) was a cooker, in full working order, with no horible icky patches, we didn't have to travel the earth to get it and she wasn't asking the earth for it either. i could not believe my luck. i practically threw the money at her and gave my dads word he would collect it tomorow.
so, after what has felt like years of searching the paper, ringing up and being told it's already been sold, this dahling of a cooker jumped into my arms and with a smile said 'please take me home?" and i smiled back and said "you are welcome to stay as long as you like."


teenagetreehugger said...

just wanted to let you know that you are an amazing writer who uses words in a really unique and memorable way. i love reading your posts!

Rania Kelesidou said...

Sometimes it's so nice to be excited with the simple things!And really liked this text!