rebound

 When i was a kid, there used to be a game.... probably by Hasbro or someone like that, called "rebound"..... if i 'member it rightly, it were a cross between air hockey and paintball, where you had to fire ball bearings out of two little pea-shooter guns, in order to knock this "puck" (which was also a ball bearing) into the other person's goal?  I might have that wrong, but that's how i 'member "rebound".

Goes off to Google.... realises he's got it wrong and the described game was in fact called "crossfire".....  so what WAS rebound.... a simple bagatelle type game where you had to whizz a little puck thing, up the table, off a couple of forty-five degree rubber bands, to come back down the table towards you and into a scoring zone..... like a souped-up shove ha'penny affair.

Badly described games apart......

I've bounced back from whatever malaise overcame me yesterday, and having spent two days idling, feeling much much better about life in general, and physically able to at least lift a cup of tea!

Today, i took care of a few small chores.....

washed my walking pants - well.... i say "washed".... i just squeezed them in enough water to get the peat-crusting exorcised from without.

Emptied the compost caddy, dismantled it and cleaned it.

Poked a stick in the wormery, riddled the top layer about a bit, emptied the worm tea from the sump.....

Walked the dog....

Cleaned the coffee machine - it's always a game of Russian roulette - once you clean it and put it back together, it sometimes comes up with a hard error suggesting there's no water in it, and this CAN go on like a game of cat and mouse for a number of days..... today the error took me less than half an hour to chase, catch, snap the neck of, and simply swallow it whole.

Cleaned up the kitchen area that i've used to tackle most of the tasks above......

While i was there, cleaning the sink, and the sideboard, and the pots and pans and cups and Tupperware and turkey baster and toothbrushes that i'd been using..... it occurred to me.......

Every time i wanted to use the dishcloth, it's dripping wet.... i pick it up, wring it out..... wipe something..... rinse it out..... wring it out..... put it down...... and the next time i pick it up, i have to go through the whole damn rigmarole again.

At this point, i consider that i ought to have been an inventor..... over the years i've had many good ideas, and here's another......

Dishcloth mangle.

Sits next to the sink, with a drainpipe that runs, either into the washing-up bowl, or into the sink...... obviously it can't be electric (think about it) so it'd have to be manual, or battery operated....  probably with suction cups to make it removable, but solid when situated.

wind the handle, run the dishcloth through..... hey presto...... a dry dishcloth....... it could even have a little bar on it to hang the dry dishcloth from, just so it isn't dangling in water until the next time you pick it up.

Googled it.....

Can't find it......

INVENTION!

you're welcome.

Here are the names to the faces if you're remotely interested from the day before yesterday and yesterday's confused rants. (not ashamed to say i had twelve of them, out of the sixteen)