|Here we are again,/Happy as can be...
||[Aug. 20th, 2003|11:10 pm]
Well, I am finally back home (and have been for about 10 days now...) and am finding it exactly the same as I remembered - nearly. What is depressing, though, is that it seems to be finding me exactly the same as it remembers me, too; I have no idea whether I have changed or "grown up" at all during my Gap year, but I have a suspicion that I haven't. Any differences between me in Britain and me in Australia melted away once I left the southern hemisphere, and now I can hardly believe some of the things I found myself able to do there. Oh well...|
In other news, I found a nice paradox by the expedient of exploding a toasted sandwich maker: having not been used for about 10 years, it was rather greasy and so my sister volunteered to clean it. She did a very good job of it, taking about twenty minutes over it, and at the end we left it to dry for a while before switching it on. It made a slight fizzing sound, which I attributed to a drop of water boiling off a heating element; then, just as I was preparing the sandwiches, a swarm of orange sparks shot out of the back accompanied by a loud bang. Slightly puzzled by this, I replaced the fuse and tried again, whereupon the same thing happened without bothering to buzz first. Looking at the machine again, I noticed a small burnt-looking hole in the cable and the stainless-steel spring surrounding it, and pronounced it officially deceased. When I told my sister this, she looked crestfallen (she had also been looking forward to a toasted sandwich) and said, "But if I'd known it was going to do that then I woudn't have bothered cleaning it!".