Published on 07 December 2004 at 06:48 pm
Filed in Expat Life In Nicosia Cyprus
Oh God I’ve got mouldy curtains? What’s a woman to do?
You see it all started about 2 months ago when I went out and left the window open and, well, a tropical storm sort of ‘happened’ to my bedroom.
Of course it was ALL my fault - it always is.
Sigh.
No, really - it really always is all my fault!
Though the fact that I had to rush out of the house half dressed without my make up on to drive Andy to the hospital had nothing to do with it - ooooh no, I’m just a scatter brain.
And as punishment to myself I even made myself clear up the damage and debris all by mine own self at the time too - seeing as Andy was all bandaged up and lying on the sofa groaning (more about that another time - and NO, THAT wasn’t my fault, nothing to do with me officer).
And I thought I’d done a good job too - of the bedroom, not Andy, keep up!
I dried the furniture with towels, I wedged the duvets in the dryer, I took out my trusty hair dryer and gave the walls a good blow dry...and I thought all was well in my cosy retreat...the place I go to when...well, when I want to sleep really?
But NO.
Imagine my horror and distress when I came back from a week away to find my walls had gone black and furry, my windows were crud infested (to those of you who know me - more so than usual, okay?) and my BEAUTIFUL, sexy, downright gorgeous curtains were damp, stinky and...wait for it...well, you know already...covered in M O U L D.
Tears of remorse ensued.
And then a phone call to my dad ensued.
“How the (rude word) do you get rid of mould”
And then a trip to Astro ensued - for bleach, rubber gloves and cloths (for the walls) and a bottle of wine (for me - medicinal).
And then a lovely afternoon of scraping, scrubbing, and rub a dub dubbing.
And then a phone call to me ma…
“How the (rude word) - sorry mum - do you wash VERY EXPENSIVE AND POSH GROWN UP curtains when they are mouldy and I don’t do hand washing?”
Oh God, what a day.
My hands are all red and flaky - turns out I’m allergic to rubber gloves.
My curtains are practically ruined - I ignored me ma’s advice and stuck them on a hot wash cycle...ooops.
And now I’m high on bleach fumes.
Real life in North Cyprus from your expat correspondent on the ground...or floor...I’m off to my corkscrew.
