This is our alarm clock. It’s probably about 15 years old or more, but still going strong.
The good thing about it, is that it has two alarms: one for me and one for the current Mrs Masher.
The first alarm is mine and goes off at 5am, with a very annoying Beep Beep, Beep Beep… If I’m not awake before it goes off – which I usually am – then I tend to wake as soon as that first Beep Beep, goes off. No snoozing: straight up and out of bed.
Because I’m annoying like that.
The second alarm is for Mrs M. It’s the local radio station and it’s pretty loud. She will sleep through the first five minutes of it and then doze for another five before finally dragging herself out of bed.
Unbelievably though, I’ve known her to sleep right through it before now.
These are my walking boots.
They really were made for walking.
And I walk in them everyday, when I take the dog out.
They’re a bit heavy, but so VERY comfortable – now that I’ve broken them in.
But, I’m not the only one who loves my boots (or beewwts as they are known elsewhere).
Saber adores them because, when she sees me pick them up, she knows it’s THAT time.
Well, Summer seems to have arrived properly now, which means the grass needs to be cut far more regularly.
I hate gardening in general, so will only do the bare minimum to keep it looking tidy.
However, that bare minimum suddenly became a lot easier, last year, when I decided to get a petrol driven lawnmower. Not having to drag extension leads around the garden and not having to worry about accidentally running over the cord and cutting it (which I have done several times, in the past), makes the chore of mowing the lawn, that bit more agreeable.
In fact, so impressed was I with this (should have got one years ago), that I also went out and bought a cordless strimmer and a cordless hedge trimmer, both of which have proved to be a boon.
Now, if I can just find a cordless, dog-proof, garden broom…
This is the broom that I use for sweeping up in the garden.
At least, it was until the dog got hold of it.
Ten years I have owned that broom.
Now look at it!
These are my car keys.
Well, that black, oval fob thing on the left is.
Y’see, my car is one of those key-less ones. So long as the fob is somewhere within the car, I can press a button that says START/STOP on the dashboard and the engine will start.
I also have to press it to turn off the ignition at the end of the jouney.
All sounds quick and easy.
But, it’s a pain. It really is.
I’ve lost count of how many times I have got out of the car, only to realise the keys are still in there somewhere and as such, I can’t lock the doors.
When they are hanging conveniently from the steering column, it really is easy, because you turn the key anti-clockwise and pull it out of the lock. The key is then conveniently already in your hand.
But no, I have to pull up in my parking spot; press the START/STOP button to turn off the engine; get out of the car; try to lock the door without the keyfob; harumph to myself, crawl back in to the car; search through the various cubbyholes to see which one I might have put it in; run my hand along the back of the passenger seat in case it has got wedged in there; eventually find them on the floor, where they’d fallen when I’d had to brake sharply on the M40 thanks to that twat in the BMW; harumph again; back myself out of the car and then lock the door.
And this – apparently – is progress.
This month’s challenge is all about taking a daily photo of an everyday object and writing some mundane shit about it.
I think that, so far, I have excelled at this. Especially the second part.
But, I found myself sitting here at this desk this evening, wondering what everyday object I could photograph. What object do I use on a daily – or almost daily – basis?
And then I realised that this keyboard gets used several times a day. Easily. Especially during Blogathons.
It has taken a right ol’ bashing, in it’s lifetime.
I have had it for many years and it’s absolutely filthy.
Tea – and other beverages – have all been spilt over it. Several times.
Biscuit crumbs and bits of muesli are stuck between – and under – some of the keys.
And the plastic lacquering is peeling off in places.
But, unlike me, it still works perfectly.
This is my Swiss Army knife.
Well, one of them.
This is the larger of the two that I own.
The smaller one doesn’t have quite so many appendages, but it practically lives on my person. I carry it everywhere and it is always handy to have. As it is always upon me though, I sometimes forget I have it… which is why it annoyingly got confiscated at Gatwick airport, a couple of years ago. Still, it made for a good gift the following Father’s Day.
Its bigger brother (featured above), lives on my desk and – again – is invaluable.
So much so, that a couple of years ago, I gave one to my Dad for Father’s Day, in the hope he would also find it as useful.
He did, and like me he carried it everywhere… which is why he had it confiscated at Heathrow Airport.
You can probably guess what he got for Father’s Day this year.
I get up at 5am most days.
Breakfast tends to be around 5.10 and usually consists of Sainsbury’s Fruit & Fibre or Muesli.
That sees me through to mid-morning.
By 10am I am getting peckish again and so I have a box of porage sitting on my desk, just for that time.
As seen previously, we have plenty of milk.
And a microwave.
I’ll also slice a banana into it… just for fun. And some blueberries, if there are any kicking about.
I have had my haircut, this morning.
No visit to the barber for me, though. No, I let the current Mrs Masher do her usual hatchet job on it. Fortunately, the ‘hatchet job’ is my preferred style.
In fact, I don’t think I have visited a barber’s shop since Mrs M and I first got together.
She’s not a trained hairstylist, or anything, but cutting hair is something that all women can do, I think.
To a degree.
Yes, on the odd occasion she has made a pig’s ear of it, but it’s never really bothered me.
Because it grows back.
All too quickly.
And nowadays, she pretty much has it off pat.
We have gone through many clippers over the years, but these are Mrs M’s currently preferred set.
They have lasted well and, after many uses, are still very sharp… as the blood currently running down from the tip of my left ear will testify.
This is a picture of my bike, taken earlier today.
Just after we returned from the nail-biting ordeal that is the annual MOT.
I’m pleased to say that she passed with flying colours – although we did pick up an advisory warning for the tread on the front tyre being close to the mark.
Which it was, so I have asked them to order a nice new one.
I was a little bit apprehensive about the exhausts though, as I fitted new, louder ones a little while back.
I need not have worried: “She sounds nice” said the MOT inspector.
Indeed she does.