Bitch on the Blog

March 21, 2010



Tell me about yours and I’ll tell you about mine:

Things you got rid off and wish you hadn’t.


Things you wish you had got rid off but didn’t.




  1. I can’t get rid of half of my clothes. But which half? Dilemma!

    I love every piece I ever owned & I still own them all. Lots I sewed myself. I feel sad that I’m not wearing them. Each one is special & I’m not letting it outside in the fresh air, outside of a crowded closet. In the “olden days” I wore a different top everyday. Now most days I don’t see anyone but Tom & he doesn’t care–notice.

    If I got rid of something, I’d wish I hadn’t. “Out of sight, out of mind” doesn’t work. This goes for things too. Get rid of it, then I NEED it.

    My egg beater somehow got in the garage & the car ran over it. How could this happen??? Children run out in the street & get run over. Sad in either case. I never replaced it. Use one of the 3 wire whisks now, but I still miss her.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — March 21, 2010 @ 14:35 | Reply

    • Bike Hike Babe, I think we can safely pigeonhole you as a sentimental hoarder. I just wish I could rummage around all those clothes with you. So many garments, so many stories.

      You have made me laugh many a time. But the juxtaposition in your last paragraph is priceless. I shall print, frame and display it on my wall of curiosities.

      Let’s hope your brood won’t get wind of being thrown into the same mix of your love and affection as the sadly flattened egg beater. Otherwise you might be given four exact replicas this Easter instead of a chocolate egg. Ebay – here they come.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 22, 2010 @ 15:59 | Reply

  2. Oh! Several girlfriends?

    Comment by Magpie11 — March 21, 2010 @ 16:15 | Reply

    • Magpie, I think you made your comment on the wrong post. Don’t feel bad. I’ve done that.

      Comment by bikehikebabe — March 21, 2010 @ 17:16 | Reply

      • Nooo! It’s what I got rid of… too often… and I was joking.

        Comment by Magpie11 — March 21, 2010 @ 17:55 | Reply

        • Joke or no joke, Magpie. You are quite right, in polite society one needs to clear the decks before the next tsunami.

          Unless you are allowed polygamy. It is a mixed blessing, even for men. The idea seems alluring till all your wives have the knives out. No, not in the bedroom: In the kitchen. That’s where women become territorial. Which means my youngest sister would have been perfect material as, say, wife No 4 or 5. She couldn’t care less who boils the kettle, makes a salad or rearranges her cutlery drawer. My other sister (she is not to be messed with) will let you peel a potato under her close supervision but that’s as far as she’ll let her reign go. I am sure, one day, she’ll make an ideal mother-in-law to the wives of her four sons (gaelikaa will know what I am talking about).

          Naturally, being perfection personified and not an ardent advocat of marriage – mono, poly or otherwise, I enjoy the freedom of being the unobtrusive captain at the helm of my galley with a supreme talent for delegating; making everyone think that they have cooked the meal themselves when in truth I held their joint effort together like Karajan did the Berlin Symphony Orchestra. Don’t say I hide my light under a bushel, Magpie.

          Anyway, to make you feel better about those girlfriends of yours: They might have had a lucky escape; by releasing them from your firm grip they might have soared; some will have found a soul mate; admittedly, some might have ended up in the gutter after being ditched by you.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — March 22, 2010 @ 16:32 | Reply

  3. Oh, I reckon they all missed out…especially the ones who got rid of me! But I do regret any hurt I may have caused. Hence the wishing I hadn’t.
    Karajan? I’m not huge fan…ponderous at times and often more interested in himself than the music perhaps?

    Great Orchestra though.

    I’m not allowed in the kitchen…. sore subject that… peeling potatoes is a case in point… I never do it right…

    As for other things I have got rid of…my train set…gave it to my youngest sister so couldn’t pass it on to my sons or lend it to them.
    But for all the milk I have spilled there must be no regret. Too late you see?

    Now for the second part…what haven’t I got rid of?

    Ah! there IS a question ….. on one thing…no comment…

    On all else? There is nothing I can think of…. except all the things that Lady M thinks I should have got rid of. But if I had done…then there would be something else… Here’s a “for instance”. I was given a marshmallow pig by Lady M and have kept it by me (a bit of a romantic at heart),it was seen the other day, “You were meant to eat that! Why didn’t you?”
    ” I wanted to keep it. You gave it to me.”
    “More junk!”

    Comment by Magpie11 — March 22, 2010 @ 17:15 | Reply

    • Magpie, one can’t fault Lady M’s reasoning: When given something to eat you are not expected to let it go rock hard. Though it is SWEET of you to keep it for sentimental reasons – or maybe you don’t like marshmallow. Rather disconcerting that she gave you a pig in the first place. Mind you, to be fair: Pigs are supposed to be bringers of luck, and – particularly if it’s Turkey’s finest – marshmallow smells rather nice, pig or no pig.

      Makes you ponder, doesn’t it: How to peel a potato. Are there right and wrong ways? Isn’t the result (ie a peeled potato) more important than how you arrived there? Still, in solidarity with Lady M (and in my house people can peel whatever and however they like) I admit that sometimes my hair stands on end when watching people executing certain tasks – not a question of right or wrong more a concern about being efficient and least wasteful in expenditure of both time and effort. In that I am my father’s daughter: I remember him (amongst many other things) showing me the MOST efficient way of sweeping a room (he was in the Navy as a young man where such things are drilled into you). Only yesterday my mother told me that he always does the vacuuming round their place. She thinks that her NOT doing it was a cunning ploy of hers so that he was forced to take over years ago. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that, whilst maybe his love for her a contributing factor, it’s far more likely that he wants a job done well – and that means thoroughly with a BIG T, efficiently with a BIG E.

      You could, of course, ask to be given a crash course in how Lady M would like you to peel a potato and then, in school speak, apply yourself. However, the teacher in you might not wish to be taught. So probably best to leave her to her bastion, go out instead and buy her: A new potato peeler or two. Don’t snort. Every job needs good tools. Let me know if she is of the swivel or the rigid variety – and I’ll let you know which ones to purchase (I myself use both). Mind you, one of my aunts (she is a farmer’s daughter and should know better) has peeled all her life with a small knife.

      Since you are a romantic this is what you do: Go to the market (or Waitrose), buy a less common variety of potato (something with a rosy hue or an appealing name), arrange them in a sturdy whicker basket and pop your peeler(s) in among the spuds. I’d love it if someone did that for me – and so will Lady M.

      Amazing isn’t it, Magpie. Here I am – at 0617 hrs GMT – getting carried away on your mentioning potato peel. Elizabeth David would have been proud of me.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 23, 2010 @ 06:47 | Reply

      • Not disconcerting ….. I love pigs… like some people love frogs…. There is something comforting in their intelligence. I don’t hold with the human habit of comparing humans to animals in derogation of the person. Each animal, and plant, has its place in nature and is suited to that niche. I have a jaundiced view of Homo sapiens as a species…individuals I can like but the whole lot? …no! I might even object to using snake as a derogatory name. I don’t like snakes.

        She uses a knife…I use a peeler. Lancashire type and made of as good a steel as possible…. You are preaching to the converted about tools…. always use the best you can afford, or preferably one you just can’t afford (don’t get into debt but go without something else perhaps) I find there are very few stainless steels that take a good edge and sustain it for any length of time.

        As for potato varieties…. we often buy the old ones to try and to surprise people with…. If I had an allotment or a large garden I’d try all sorts of varieties, just as if I had a field to turn into an orchard I’d grow all sorts of fruit varieties.

        I enjoy reading Elizabeth David and also one of my favourite books is Sophie Grigson’s Good Things.

        Talking of Turkish Delight(which we weren’t) My Grannie stained as a Nurse at the London Hospital a while before WWI and used to describe the shops in the Whitechapel area of London…with large Barrels of Turkish Delight…several different flavours….

        Comment by Magpie11 — March 23, 2010 @ 11:50 | Reply

      • Save time. Don’t peel your potatoes. The vitamins are all just under the skin.

        Ursula tell your mom that vacuuming is my very favorite job. I don’t like cooking & it showed so Tom took that over. He’s very good.

        Comment by bikehikebabe — March 23, 2010 @ 14:47 | Reply

        • I love potatoes baked in their skins and small new potatoes boiled.

          I remember when we got our first vacuum cleaner…I had to change from sweeping first then dusting to dusting first and then vacuuming because vacuuming was supposed to suck up more dirt than could be swept up and so we shouldn’t knock dust onto the clean floor!

          Comment by Magpie11 — March 23, 2010 @ 16:46 | Reply

          • I am delighted that this post is turning into a version of “Good Housekeeping” or “Dusting with mother”.


            Comment by bitchontheblog — March 23, 2010 @ 17:16 | Reply

          • Mrs. Teets (honest) came to clean every Wed. and she smelled–read on.

            One Wed. she was sick & we went to visit. (Mother was very good about visiting bed-ridden people, especially permanently ones.)

            Her house was clean & smelled good. It was our vacuum cleaner that smelled. Back in the 40s vacuum disposable bags or removable for washing, hadn’t been invented.

            Comment by bikehikebabe — March 23, 2010 @ 17:48 | Reply

            • Really? When I first got a teaching job (after a term and a half serving in a pub)I shared a flat with someone I would rather not remember. He owned an ancient , pre WWII, vacuum cleaner. This was a unique implement as it gathered up the dust and redeposited it in a neat line to one side of its path. The dust then had to be swept up with a dustpan and brush. There was a hole in the bag and he had never thought to remove it and repair it!

              This latter I did: late one evening, I removed the bag, turned it inside out and shook it over the balcony railings (we were 14 floors up) ….I just hope that none of the dust and fluff flew into anyone’s windows… I then proceeded to wash the bag and dry it and then stitched a patch over the hole.

              It worked… more or less.

              Comment by Magpie11 — March 23, 2010 @ 18:09 | Reply

              • That is such a brilliant story, Magpie. Don’t say you haven’t lived.

                Oh, Magpie, I can’t stop laughing, with affection for you: Stitching a patch over the hole of a vacuum cleaner bag? You are either my father reincarnated (he is not dead yet), Erich Kaestner (who was a domesticated miracle as a son to his widowed mother) or born a Virgo.


                Comment by bitchontheblog — March 23, 2010 @ 18:28 | Reply

                • Well something needed doing so I did it… and I’m a LEO….. Sorry the rest of you but not everyone can be a Leo! I am!

                  I suppose I could have used Glue!

                  Comment by Magpie11 — March 23, 2010 @ 18:38 | Reply

                  • I told you you could audition as my father reincarnated. He too is a Leo (1st August 1937). On the strength of which my capricious grandmother decided to call him “August” which is fine in English, but sounds awful when you were born in Leipzig (and yes, he was christened in Johann Sebastian Bach’s Thomas Kirche). Luckily, someone had the guts to override her wish. Can you imagine having to introduce someone as “And this is my father, August ………”. Oh the shame of it. Not least because August is a synonym for ‘clown’. My father is many things but a clown he ain’t.

                    And yes, you could have used glue; but why do a shoddy job when you can go the whole hog?


                    Comment by bitchontheblog — March 23, 2010 @ 19:25 | Reply

            • Yes, I know, Bike Hike Babe, it’s one life’s little bafflements that vacuum cleaners, if left to their own devices, quickly smell like a slightly damp dog. At least it makes one open windows (I fling all windows open when my son and his friends – after a night on the tiles – apply the most awful deodorant man has ever invented to mask smell; I don’t know how many more times I have to tell them that water tends to give better results and doesn’t stink out the house).

              Should you ever be in the market for a new vacuum cleaner go for a Miele. Forgetting that it’s finest German engineering it hoovers up even the most reluctant flee and leaves your house smelling divine without buying those ludicrous “air fresheners” advertised on any TV near your. Now there is a pet hate of mine.


              Comment by bitchontheblog — March 23, 2010 @ 18:19 | Reply

              • I hate those aswell… both the deodorants and the “air fresheners”!

                We use a Dyson, a great piece of British design if there ever was one, and I sometimes put a few sprigs of lavender or rosemary in the tank! Haven’t tried Thyme or curry plant yet!

                Comment by Magpie11 — March 23, 2010 @ 18:27 | Reply

          • Dum de dum . Dum de dum.
            “Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin.”

            Ah Sorry …that was listen with Mother…

            That could be a nice segue to a discussion of Child hood Radio memories!

            Comment by Magpie11 — March 23, 2010 @ 18:00 | Reply

        • It’s a good job that you and my father didn’t get married: You’d be fighting over the hoover and live a culinary deprived existence.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — March 23, 2010 @ 17:09 | Reply

          • PS To avoid misunderstandings: The above comment was addressed to BHB not Magpie. My god, what has the world come to? Always on guard lest another case of sueing for libel comes our way.


            Comment by bitchontheblog — March 23, 2010 @ 17:12 | Reply

            • You’re not libel to get into trouble with me.

              Comment by Magpie11 — March 23, 2010 @ 17:30 | Reply

              • Clarification…I meant into trouble legal wise rather than any other wise.

                Comment by Magpie11 — March 23, 2010 @ 17:31 | Reply

  4. I like your English way of talking. i.e. “sore subject that”. An American would have had to say, “That is a sore subject.” Too long.

    “…if I had done” instead of – if I had done THAT.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — March 22, 2010 @ 17:34 | Reply

  5. In these conversations I tend to write as I would speak…saves thinking time (There we go again. I dropped a pronoun “it” which is “understood” as we were taught to write in clause analysis or whatever it was we had to do way back in my distant past.)

    (It is) An interesting observation that I have been waiting for someone to make. I have also been waiting for someone to make a comment on my (mis)use of ellipsis…If you see what I mean.

    Having replied to that,I have to say that I can be very pedantic. I hate tautology. I also hate repetition of things that have been said or written before.

    Comment by Magpie11 — March 22, 2010 @ 17:47 | Reply

  6. Before I can understand your comment, I have to go to Dictionary & look up some of those words.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — March 22, 2010 @ 17:53 | Reply

  7. There are thing I would love to get rid of and a few people too, but this is far too public a forum for that. Anyone who reads me regularly would probably know, though!

    Comment by gaelikaa — March 25, 2010 @ 19:22 | Reply

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