I was on a mission to create some wonderful new juices to freeze for my wonderful new healthy 'get me I am so fit and fabulous' lifestyle. I had the entire fruit and veg aisles delivered. I got chopping and prepping and then disaster. The Juicer, my juicer, my world. He died. I had no idea he was even poorly. Just boom. Gone.
Devestated. My juicer. My everything. RIP Phil. (Phillips Viva Juicer)
Through the tears I got straight on to Google. Best Juicer. What a minefield. What to buy? Then I saw the word. Do you ever just get the giggles at a word. Well apparently there are masticating juicers. Hehehehehe. I know, silly isn't it. I cannot help it.
I get that a lot. The giggles.
Reminds me of when I was little and told my Dad that there were people masturbating in a circle further up the beach. He stormed off in search of such people only to return in fits of giggles. Meditating. They were meditating. It has never occurred to me until now how on earth I knew the word at all........
Anyways. Another story, same holiday. My friend and I saw a jellyfish and again we ran back to tell the parents. "Massive testicles," my friend told our parents...... Kids say the best things don't they?
Back to my poor juicer. So I am in research mode at present. I have a weeks worth of juices in the freezer but ideally I need to get something delivered and delivered fast! It looks like I am setting up a fruit and veg stall on the kitchen worktop!


STOP THE PRESS
Phil is alive. Mr EJM came home from work (very important busy man in suit tip tapping on computer kind of work) and I told him about the demise of poor Phil. Then within seconds Phil had a pulse. Turns out there is a switch on the bottom - reset. Simples!
But. No joy and happiness. I felt nothing. I have already moved on. I no longer love Phil. I do not want him and his left over fibre and multiple cleaning bits. It is over. I need Norman or Victor (Nutribullet or Vitamix).
Phil is alive. Mr EJM came home from work (very important busy man in suit tip tapping on computer kind of work) and I told him about the demise of poor Phil. Then within seconds Phil had a pulse. Turns out there is a switch on the bottom - reset. Simples!
But. No joy and happiness. I felt nothing. I have already moved on. I no longer love Phil. I do not want him and his left over fibre and multiple cleaning bits. It is over. I need Norman or Victor (Nutribullet or Vitamix).
EJMx
Glad to see I'm not the only one who names their belongings... maybe Phil can 'move on' with another family who will love him for who he is... adoption or fostering, an option. I feel sorry for Phil - what did he do wrong...eh?
ReplyDelete(I'm REALLY thinking ebay...kick Phil to the kerb and get a Victor in your life.. harsh but fair..)