I spent a lot of last weekend footering around. I had Friday off as well which made for a nice, long, relaxing weekend. On Saturday I did some long overdue chores including sorting out a pile of clothes to take to the charity shop and another pile to sell on eBay.
One of the tasks on my to do list was to clear the dining table which sadly does not look like this very often.
I love this table. I bought it in the Margaret Howell shop and I paid approximately 800 times more than I would have if I had bought one in a junk shop albeit that I would have needed to spend three years looking in junk shops.
I am not the most careful person around my possessions but I have been very, very careful with this table. A couple of weeks ago I had Traybake, Soda Farl and Ms M round for dinner.
On Saturday I decided the table really needed polishing. I cleared all the detritus that had gathered on it over the last few days and it was only then that I spotted a white ring exactly the same size as a wine glass.
I was so fed up and cross with whoever was responsible for marking the table. I then did what everyone does in these circumstances - swore a lot and started googling.
Which is why I ended up 1) blasting the stain with a hairdryer 2) rubbing vaseline into the ring 3) applying toothpaste and, finally 4) rubbing toothpaste mixed with bicarbonate of soda onto it and rubbing like mad. After only an hour and a half the stain was gone. I was so pleased with myself.
Later that evening I went to the cinema with TB and SF. I considered not mentioning the marking of the table and then I decided it was better to raise it in an adult manner to prevent any repeat of the incident.
"So, I'm just after spending 5 hours trying to get rid of the big mark someone left on my table after youse came round for dinner that evening."
"It wasn't me, it was him!" they said in unison.
I suppose it could have been worse. At least they didn't blame Ms M.
BTW the film we went to see, on London Sister's recommedation, was Wadjda and it was really excellent.