Back in the old Tuesday morning routine. I love this week's picture- the pre-war milk bottle, the soap just sitting there without a perforated tin dish to drip into, the tarnished LNER buffet car coffee pot, the knife poised for a kitchen accident, the badly boxed-in water pipes. But at least the draining board is sloping down towards the sink, unlike the one in the Ashley Towers scullery. And that white lavatory tiling, so reminiscent of Derek Jarman's brilliant set design for the convent in Ken Russell's The Devils. I told you it was going to be a good 'un, quite apart from the vast lawn with its isolated roundabout-style flower bed. And Houseman's 'blue remembered hills' in the distance.....
Halifax, West Yorkshire
1 day ago
19 comments:
Pretty obvious today. The plug is still on the end of its chain instead of lost behind the packets of Vim and Brillo under the sink.
Bollocks - water in sink, plug not inserted.
That was a speedy bit of typing there so as not to get beat. I didn't have time to credit Mrs Diplo with the solution. I think she may have to enter blogworld with her own pages shortly.
The Diplos of Diplo Hall are clearly this week's winners. Congratulations on such speedy typing. Although I must say I fully recognise Chris P's heartfelt observation. I've lost my Dalek-style plunger under the sink somewhere. How does that happen?
Not only that, the water appears to be cold and the dirty dishes are on the drainer.
Of course I could be mistaken, perhaps the drain is blocked ( by coffee grounds) and the dear lady of the house has stepped out to the scullery to find the elusive plunger, last borrowed by that strange neighbour who refered to it as an appendage from a Dalek .. science or fiction eh?.
Funnily enough, all the sinks at Ashley Towers often look like this: full of dirty water and the plug not in. So it's not really a puzzle picture is it?
Surely not the one in the butler's pantry - sack the idle bastard immediately
I arrived too late for this,I'll just go out now and dig up my roundabout flower bed.
I'm late, as well. However, I couldn't agree more...with each. It's just as with the smooth-headed screws, isn't it? A matter of perspective. What one person would call a disfuction of a functional screw, another would up and call a decking nail.
And, though alarming as it would be in our own kitchen, in this case (as would likely be so at home too), the feats of physics are not necessarily defied when one embarrassing yet possibly universal option apparently remains unstoppable. Or stoppable. (As stated by Caroline,) Our drain may contain other matter. The fault, therein, would be ours. (shhh! In theory, only.) Not the illustrator's. And therefore, his fault is faulty.
(Is it the coriolis effect making me dizzy? Or can circular logic be likened to a stopped up kitchen sink-- Not going anywhere?)
Oops. While Caroline is correct, it's Diplo who deserves credit on clog speculation.
I've arrived a day late, and the water is still in the sink. Ergo, the drain is blocked. The fault is that someone has failed to dead head the roses in garden, and several can be seen to have bolted.
Ah - a breath of fresh air staggers in from the hill with (as usual) the answer we've all been looking for. In fact, by arriving a day late, Affer has been able to take a much more objective stance. I so often find this the case in life. How much better to be the sweeper-up than the eye witness, the healer rather than the concerned relative. MORE RETROSPECTION !
This was an easy one to spot - but on closer inspection, in addition to the drtaining board sloping towards the sink, the sink bowl itself appears to slope away from the plug. So either (1) the chained plug couldn't reach the plughole even if it were in use or (2) the sink, when the coffee grouts are cleared by the butler with the missing plunger, will have a quantity of dirty water at the "deep end" . That's my "perspective" on this one!
I might also comment on the vulgarity of that cup - not at all suitable in which to serve coffee to a lady. Ladies with breeding would use a far more delicate cup, the handle more suited to the smaller finger and the cup itself smaller in size, allowing it to be held easily in the left hand. This is akin to the Chinese tradition that pale skin equates to a well-bred Lady, ie, one not used to working in the rice fields. In England, if one has a strong right arm, it implies one is used to manual labour - hence, a Lady drinks from a cup held in the left hand, and nibbles daintily on a cream horn, or similar delicacy, held in the right.
Thankyou Camilla. Where have you been, washing-up at your deep Belfast sink?
I agree with the plug. They must have used a backup plug for that. Did you know I have been looking for a sink like that for my kitchen?
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