We've been giggling again. This time Mr Doris has excelled himself on the gadget front. It started off yesterday when the new kitchen bin arrived from the courier. He was so fed up with the kids dripping the scrapings from their dinner plates onto the flip-top bin lid and them never wiping it off and it going gunky that he resorted to a Nastech Autobin. He managed to locate it a price much less than usual but still waaaay high for a bin. It is all gleaming stainless steel and as you approach it with 
anything a light sensor notes you and opens the lid pronto. It is like a beast sitting in the kitchen waiting to chat to you as you go near. If you ever know anyone who has everything then this is the thing for them. Forget boys toys and fast cars. What you want is an auto bin!
The downside is that it is narrower than a dinner plate and I wonder if the kids will now miss the hole and drip down the sides?Today the second kitchen surprise arrived - it seems it is not enough to have a stonking new kitchen (but by jove we have worked hard on the kitchen and done a lot of the work ourselves). I knew he had wanted a projection clock for the kitchen wall. Either that or one of those glorious huge railway clocks. I had no idea what the package was when I opened it as it looked like some plastic coffee maker or kettle.... but when you pop it at the top of the cupboard and aim it towards the apex of our kitchen wall it just looks magnificent and extravagant and tickles us pink. What Mr Doris doesn't realise (but will now!) is that as a single parent living in London and not having two brass coins to rub together I used to walk past a very swish kitchen design shop and peer in the window with my urchins either in a pram or walking. They had a projection clock and I used to be spell-bound by it - they were very new back then. I never imagined I would one day have one.
This one is an analog clock in colour so you can see the hands and second hand going round. Our kitchen was looking fab (tho' not yet finished) but the clock really ties it all together and makes a focal point. I keep giggling about it all. The sheer delight and naughtiness of these gadgets. Bins that open and clocks that project on the wall. And we have a glass electric hob with no knobs to keep clean. We're in heaven!
Original Comments:
Fingers crossed I am out of this flat by the summer.
Congratulations you flash, cosmopolitan kitchen-owner, you!
:-)
My kids couldn't hit a full sized garbage can that we sat right next to the table. They would never have hit one the size of a dinner plate.
We have a projection clock but it doesn't work well and it is in the bedroom.
Redmum: you will get out of the flat. Its amazing how quickly things turn around; one day I was in a sad house-share in Dublin (crap house, great room-mates) and the next I was down the country with my own house (all on a single wage) - what is meant for you, never goes by you! (hopefully, I presume my equivalent to Mr. Doris, is out there: somewhere...)
But I want that rubbish bin. I want to be able to walk up to it and say,
"Say AHHHH!"
- and be obeyed.
Nice one!
I'd like a projection clock too! But probably for the bedroom (have you noticed that all clock radios look absolutely terrible, have been shopping for one recently after a knob fell off the old one). But as I wear lenses and can't see more than about 9 inches without them, all I would see in bed would be a spooky transluscent glow on the ceiling! Kind of like ectoplasm maybe.
As for the bin...cool...Don't expect the kids to get the food in though. Kids don't work like that. Always one jump ahead. I'd like to get one too - if only to have hours of kitchen comedy moments as the dog accidentally opened it!
But Mrs Pig says I can't until I sell some more photos. Bah humbug!
She's no fun anymore...