an idiot in london

July 2001

Tuesday, 3rd July 2001.
Boiling an egg

As I made my lunch this morning (which I managed to leave on the kitchen counter) Emma burst into the kitchen. (She tends to burst into rooms.) She noisily retrieved a saucepan from the shelf near my left ear and poured filtered water into it. (Poured water into the saucepan, not my ear.)

"You're having a laugh, aren't you?"


I discovered early on that Emma has a thing about London tapwater. Admittedly the quality of the tapwater here is pretty low. So it's no surprise that we have a water filter at home. Emma has taken it one step further, and all the water that goes in the kettle has to be filtered first.

fast forward

"You drink filtered water, which is fair enough. You put filtered water in the kettle, and I don't question that. But putting filtered water in the pan to BOIL AN EGG is just too much!"
"They absorb water!" Emma protested. I told her she was an idiot. She then started prattling on about how butter was better than margarine, but I didn't care by that stage.

(and before anyone starts emailing me, Emma and I take the piss out of each other all the time!)