Day 8: The Day I Tried To Make Poached Eggs

Had another long lie in this morning. Woke up starving at about 11am with a massive craving for poached eggs. The problem is, I've never made poached eggs before. I've actually only ever eaten them once in my entire life.

Came downstairs to find Tamara revising for her exams in the TV room. There she sat, silently reading a book on Philosophy whilst drinking a cup of tea. I left her in peace and made my way into the kitchen. I found what I can only describe as a raving lunatic. Jake was pacing around the room, talking loudly to himself and surrounded by hundreds of Post It notes and loose sheets of paper. It was as if I'd walked into a scene from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I had no idea what he was talking about, but heard the phrase 'corporate governance' repeated several times. I figured out he must've also been revising.

I've seen Jake make poached eggs and spinach on toast before so I asked him if he could show me how to make it. He swore at me a few times for disturbing him and said no. I had no idea what I was doing. I looked in the fridge. I saw some eggs. Probably going to need them, I thought. I also saw a pack of spinach. I could tell that Jake was getting seriously annoyed at the noise I was making trying to find the right pan. Eventually, he looked up, gave me a few cryptic clues, and then carried on talking to himself. 

I really tried my hardest but clearly it wasn't good enough. I even managed to burn my finger by playing with the little hole in the saucepan lid that lets out all the excess steam. A few minutes later I sat down to my brunch. The toast was burnt, the spinach had been so overcooked that it had almost disappeared, and biting into the egg was like chewing on a dome of white rubber. 

A couple of hours later the doorbell rang. It was the neighbour to tell me that a white car was blocking his driveway. 'Oh', I said, knowing that no one in our family owns a white car. 'Do you need me to move my car?' I asked. 'No. I know it's not one of your cars', he replied. 'I'm just saying that there's a white car blocking my driveway'. And then he walked off. Completely normal behaviour.

Went to the cinema with Tamara tonight. I wanted to see The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. I've read the book and we've both seen the Swedish version of the film so I really wanted to see the Hollywood remake. Tamara wasn't interested though. 'Why would you want to see exactly the same film just with different actors?', she asked. Good point. So I managed to trick her into seeing The Iron Lady by telling her that it was the sequel to Iron Man.

The last time we went to the cinema was a bit embarrassing. We walked into the busy cinema holding our ice cream and pick 'n' mix and tried to find two empty seats. For some reason, everyone was laughing at us. We sat down and started watching what we thought was a trailer. After a few minutes, Tamara whispered to me 'I think we're in the wrong screen'. She was right. Not only had we walked into the wrong screen, we had walked in during the final scene of the film. This led to us being virtually laughed out of the cinema.