The Million Dollar Bottle

Well, two actually.

Yes, it eventually got to that part of the holiday where I started finding odd things to do, what with the little amount of coursework I’d been given done. The inspiration this time came from a wine bottle (okay, I did help empty it) that looked rather nice (yes, I thought a wine bottle looked nice) at a dinner party Mum and Dad were holding. As you can see to your left, it’s rather tall, pretty much transparent, slim and has a weird texture to it. So I thought “Hmm, I’ll have that on my window sill”.

So for a period of time I had this bottle upside down on a towel in the bathroom to dry it, before Mum suggested I put it in the airing cupboard. Good thinking, Batman. But then the idea came to me that I should put some of my 10 million Zimbabwean dollars in there. Hey, why not? So when I had a day with nothing to do, I sat down at the kitchen table with my dried wine bottle and wad of notes, which I sifted through to find the tattier 20 (brown) and 50 (purple) thousand dollar bearer cheques (seen as I have rather a lot of these). To put them in, I would simply roll them up and stick them down the neck of the bottle. Wahey. And as I went along, I discovered (with the help of Mum, who couldn’t help but intervene with this exciting activity) that various kitchen utensils could be used to help squash more notes into the bottle. A wooden spoon was my first weapon of choice. Then length became a problem, so I delved in a draw for my chopsticks, complete with chopstick holder (I still have no idea how to use them). These proved rather useful, as notes could be grabbed whilst still in the bottle. However, the bottom tier of notes could still not be reached, so a metal skewer was utilised, which proved useful due to its length and note-squashing ability. In the end, I’m guessing I got about 2 million dollars in there, give or take a few hundred thousand. To finish, I shoved a cork in the top for good, decorative measure, and this bottle now has pride of place on my window sill. So I was thinking, maybe I could fill/decorate bottles in other ways, like filling one with corks, or pasting newspaper to the outer of another. As that lovely advert once said “Recycle. The possibilities are endless”. Oh how right they were.

In other news, I’m trying out a memory foam mattress. Trying, because Mum and Dad bought one between Ross and I to see if we like it. So I’ve got it for the first half of the week, and I must say, it’s rather comfy.

And finally, ugh, I went back to school today. [*Groans, rolls eyes and sighs all at once*]. Six weeks of bliss, over. We were on the new timetable too, meaning no lunch until half 1. Luckily, I had plenty for breakfast, but was still rather peckish during the lesson before lunch. I hate to imagine what it was like for those who’d had no breakfast. On the flip side, we all got to go in our new dark red (or Burgundy, as school calls them) jumpers, and I got to wear my yellow head boy badge at last. Woo!

It all makes my first day of being a frightened little year 7 seem so long ago. Isn’t it amazing how much has changed in four years?