My cupboards are full of useless gadgets, Actually, that's not true. Each and every one of those gadgets has a use - often a very specific use such as cutting vegetables in floral designs - it's just that they are never put to this use. My kitchen, like the road to hell, is paved with good intentions. For the most part these labour-saving, spur-of-the-moment purchases are hidden out of sight and out of mind. But there is one that stands as a constant reminder of the gap between what I thought I would do and the reality of what happened. The treadmill. There it is. Sitting idle in the corner of the living room enjoying a prime view over the university of Queensland. But while it is idle it is not actually useless. Apparently it makes quite an awesome dog bed - well so it ought to be awesome given how much it cost. It's not that I mind the Rumple and our temporary boarder The Fed using the treadie. It's just that the least they could do is actually have a jog on it. I'm perfectly capable of lying down on the job myself.
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