I like grapes. I like them squished and fermented into wine. White, red or rose, I'm not fussed. I like to scoff them when they're plump and juicy. I even like them in raisin form when they are happily contained within a mince pie or an artery busting eccles cake. However, what I do not like are raisins that are free range. The reason that I do not like them in this state is because they get everywhere. And I mean everywhere.
These are the places and spaces that I have found the little interlopers in recent weeks:
1. Squashed to the bottom of my foot
2. Millie's nappy
3. My handbag
4. Pooled in the bottom of Millie's car seat
5. In fact, pooled in every possible bit of floor space in my car
6. The couch. Behind the couch and under the couch
7. Squished into the rug
8. My bed
9. Millie's bed
10. Crammed into baby doll's mouth
11. Jammed in the cracks of the floorboards
12. In my bra
Anywhere, it would seem, but in their little boxes or in Millie's chops.
If I see one on the floor I suddenly panic that we have an infestation of mice, until closer inspection reveals that it is, in fact, a wizened old raisin. You'd be forgiven for thinking that I never clean my house, my child or myself. You would be wrong. I clean like a demon but much as I try I cannot seem to get away from the wrinkly little feckers. I even treated myself to a mini handheld vaccuum to aid matters. It did not. I'm still finding them. I despair!
Someone must know the answer. Anyone?
NB. I don't think not buying them would solve the matter.
