Cooking on gas

a new oven - sigh…

One of the first things my grandmother did when my grandfather died, was to buy a new cooker.
“He would never fork out for one,” she explained.
I’m beginning to see where she’s coming from.

Yesterday, Mike came home with a new, bigger, better, lots to blow up, paddling pool that the children can probably practice lengths in.
I’d asked him to replace the one he accidentally strimmed into shreds last year, but the same model would have been fine.

Then today, a large, table-sized package arrived. The next door neighbour brought it round when I got home from presenting my last programme for freesound fm.
“It’s an interesting looking parcel,” he said as he struggled over the wall with it.
“Maybe Mike’s decided we need a new table, somewhere,” I said.

Then when I brought the chldren home from school, Ben saw it and said,
“Oh, that’s probably my new bow and arrow and target. Can I open it?”

“What new bow and arrow and target?” I enquired, puzzled because he already has two, obviously inadequate sets.
“Daddy said he’d get me a bigger, better one.”

So bigger and better is all the rage in our house.
Except.
Except when it comes to forking out for a new cooker.

Our deranged and ancient Neff has refused to heat up to temperature in under an hour for at least two years. We’re used to it now. At least, I am.

But when we stay at someone else’s house, say on an NCT Houseswap, I am delirious with happiness that I have access to a fan oven which heats up in five minutes.

Oh the bliss of getting home late and feeding the kids in under half an hour.
The joys of deciding on the day to cook baked potatotes.

These innocent pleasures, though, are not for me.
As I currently have no spare cash to contribute to large purchases, I am at the mercy of a man who revealed today that,
“All that money I’d earmarked for a new telly has gone.”

A new telly?
We already have freeview, so we won’t be losing our access to Grissom when digital TV explodes into our area.
Why do we need a new telly?

Perhaps there’s a bigger, better one out there that just has to find its way to our house.

About Beta Mum

Here you can find the ramblings of a trapeze artist turned journalist who ran away from the circus to join the BBC. Cathy "mine's a Kir Royale" Keir then spent thirteen years working in Jersey, Guernsey and Devon, before downgrading to what you see before you. She has contributed articles to The Guardian, The Stage and Television Today, Junior Magazine and both the BBC and Bad Mothers Club websites. She has two children who think women can’t be prime ministers. She blames herself.
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3 Responses to Cooking on gas

  1. Uncanny. We are engaged in almost identical debate in our household on similar subject. I’m pushing for an induction hob. Husband would prefer (cheaper) ceramic. Yes, I know: we used to discuss novels and ideas, wander along the South Bank, eat out, travel places together – now it’s come down to issues of ceramic versus induction hobs.

  2. Mopsa says:

    I think it might be tactful not to comment. Good luck!

  3. Beta Mum says:

    MatL – ah, would that we were engaged in dialogue rather than unattractive sniping. I just want a fan involved in the mix.

    Mopsa – I will tackle it on holiday, where there are fewer rooms for him to escape my persuasive arguments.

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