How many (almost) blondes does it take to open a tin of corned beef?

9th May, 2006 - (Tuesday) location - kitchen, subject:

So, here's the scenario, it was lunchtime, and we have discovered that processed tinned corned beef, (yum!) along with grated Cathedral Cheddar makes a lovely toastie sandwich.

I get the tin from the cupboard, witnessed by my lovely 18yr old daughter and I go to put the key the right way up and turn it. Hang on? Where's the key? Who's stolen it! Rotters. Grr.

My daughter maintains that I am 'very good at finding a way to fix things I know completely nothing about', hence the blonde reference ... so I am not the sort to be easily dettered.

Enter one key found in drawer with a loop hole, a nice Yale type - it won't fix round the sticky out bit, okay, try some tweezers ... yes, they almost get a grip, but uh-oh - they bend :-(

Right, ah! Yes, why didn't I think of that in the first place ... can opener!!! "but doesn't the tin have to be round?" ... looks out corner of eye at person who said that, pretends not to hear ... (really wish I'd videod this) I will not be beaten ... the can opener is succeeding, it's turning, it's cutting ... what? One side doesn't grip the can and skips over the surface. I'm starving ...

But have you noticed those cans are soft and bendy? After several minutes of squishing, I have defeated the can, and another day is won. Phew!