...Into the World of the Mighty Boosh...

Was rudely awoken friday afternoon by sweltering heat! Having the window open, even at night, in the middle of an australian summer doesn't do jack shit! Seriously. It must have been about 35 degrees by noon when i got up. Obviously by that point the working stiffs/ contributing members of society/ my ride had gone to work, and while Copey had given me some basic directions on how to get to the city ("yeah, you catch the bus out front, change at the woden interchange, and catch a bus into the city"), i opted to just hang out at the house.
I decided that perhaps i should also contribute something to the cause, so after i ate brekky, had a dip in the pool, drank a beer, and took a shower, i took on the immense task of cleaning the kitchen.
I think all that was left for clean dishes were a few coffee cups that had been spared for the sole fact that beer comes in bottles. A mess of pots, pans, plates, cutlery, and glass ware, most of which still coated in the remains of what they once held, was piled high on nearly every flat surface of the kitchen. Crumbs, dirt, lint, and dead bugs covered the floor and counters.
This would be mess work.
With ipod buds firmly pressed into my ears i set to my task, organizing the piles. silverware, glass ware, china, pots, pans, and miscelaneous, to be done in that order.
It wasn't made any easier given the cleaning supplies i had: One (1) small sponge attached to a plastic soap containing handle, one (1) faucet with running water, two (2) working upper limbs.
I imagine the point of the sponge handle soap holder is so you can easily wash out deep cups, but let me tell you, it lacked the muscle required to wash the pots and pans that had been turned into small mushroom farms since being placed in the sink.
After every grouping of items i had to switch to dryer mode because the rack would be chok a block. After about an hour of washing and drying i finally made my way through it all.
I then moved every thing off the counters and proceeded to give them all a good scrub and dry. I then moved to the floors, but with the increasing heat from the day mixed with the extra humidity from the hot soapy water, i gave it a half assed sweep and called it a day.
I then jumped back in the paddle pool with another beer to battle the heat. After getting a good bit of sun, and feeling unable to cope with anymore of it, i headed back inside and plunked my self in front of the tv. It was not quite as hot inside, but it felt stuffier. I watched some neighbors, but obviously had missed the last 20 years of episodes, so had no idea what was going on, and made my way back to the boosh.
Nato got home at some point, and we were back in the pool with the sun setting finally and giving us the relief of it not beating down unbearably upon us. Still hot as though...
Oh, when we were walking through the kitchen to get out back to the pool i proudly pointed out the work i did in the kitchen.
"Yeah, it's clean in here"
"took me a couple hours."
"Yeah,... but you didn't take the rubbish out dija?"
(pause to look at 48+ beer bottles, a number of empty pizza boxes, and a full rubbish bin)
"Yeah, well i gotta have somethin' to do tomorrow, dunn I? I've already seen canberra."
"Touche"
There was some talk about heading into the city for the Multicultural festival (which is kinda a crappier version of Folklorama for you winnipeg readers), where there are a bunch of stalls lining city walk selling food and drinks from different countries. We passed on it and decided to head in on saturday night which is the big night for it.
Ultimately after our dip in the pool we ate something and made our way to the couch to adventure into season three of the boosh.