Living together diary

ABOUT CURTAINS AND THAT I HAVE DISTRIBUTED THE TASKS WRONG

Water in the wine

“Henk out or you out!”

This sentence was said seriously. Fortunately, with a big grin on his face and me pretending to stomp out the door, because I find that banana plant incredibly ugly. Especially since the leaves are dark yellow-brown and it hasn't been taken care of properly. But Henk is sacred, because if I say something ugly about it, it's trouble. Now I came home yesterday and Henk had been pruned, the rotten leaves were gone and now only a tiny little tuft is sticking out of the gigantic pot. A lot better than that rotting leaf, that's for sure. The annoying thing is that such a banana plant can survive for a long time without water, so I can't secretly starve it or anything. Sorry, that's silly. I've come to terms with it. After all, he has allowed my dozens of cushions, baskets, boxes, thousands of bathroom items, art, and couch without any fuss.

“Henk out or you out!”

Looking for a rug

Little by little, the house is coming together more and more. We are still looking for a nice rug. We had found one at a Persian carpet dealer and thought we had a great deal for a very large rug. So off we went, rolled it up and took it on the scooter. My friend couldn't see anything while driving because the carpet was wedged between his legs and stuck out quite high. I was sitting behind and could just see over it, so I coordinated the route home. Once home - it was already dark - we rolled it out and were excited. The next morning, there was an incredible stench in the living room and in daylight, it was actually a rug that belonged on a table in a brown café. Incredibly outdated and I noticed worn spots everywhere. So that thing went back. So never buy a rug in a hurry and with eagerness in the evening. That's when it goes wrong.

Believe me: I had measured everything at least five times to be sure...

Measuring is not my strong suit

Then there was something with the curtains. I had measured them from the rail to the floor and written it down on a large A4. 2.73 meters to be exact. I took the fabric to the tailor with the request to make curtains from it and to hem it to that exact size. Believe me: I had measured everything fifteen times to be sure. What do you think? After hanging them up, those things were floating at least 20 centimeters above the ground. Not a good look. How. Is. This. Possible? Before I wanted to throw my head out the window, I measured the curtains again just to be sure. 2.55 meters. Ha! So I wasn't wrong, they just did it wrong. Annoying, but luckily not my fault. I thought, because the gentleman took his own measuring tape and it showed 2.73 meters. “What the heck, I think I'm going crazy here.” You might not believe it, but I went home to get my own little measuring tape to measure it again and it showed the correct size again. While the tape measure and the centimeter tape (of course) were the same length. Well, a mystery and the tailor went back to work to make those curtains longer. They now hang wonderfully and exactly on the floor.

“Let me take care of making sure the towels are always fresh, the football clothes smell nice, and never all the socks are in the wash.”

He is getting used to it

About the tasks in the house. We had already spent a lot of time together before we really moved in at one address, so I would sometimes do a load of laundry at his place or vacuum. I find cleaning and tidying up a fun job and I prefer to do the laundry myself anyway. I have my own system for that and I have quite delicate clothing items that need to be treated with care. Let me take care of making sure the towels are always fresh, the football clothes smell nice, and never all the socks are in the wash. I also really enjoy cooking (duh). He just doesn't enjoy it as much, so I take care of it and I love it.

Then I always get up earlier and make tea for myself and coffee for him. Served in bed, yes. You hear it: I cook, Ido laundry, I bring coffee to bed every morning and clean (okay, we have a cleaner). I absolutely do not complain, because I find it all nice little tasks, but you should see his disappointed face when I forget to make coffee in the morning…