Vegetables as a metaphor for life?

I have some friends coming to stay with me for a while whilst they have some home improvements done.

I am the most appalling housekeeper, ever. Never been good at it...and I'm getting worse.

Cooking will be a communal event, in all likelihood, so I feel the need to bring my kitchen up to a bare minimum standard, despite my friends' protestations that I shouldn't go to any trouble.

This morning's work has been to clear out a cupboard and my fridge.


The cupboard had flour with a BBE 2005 date and sugar that dates back to the early cretaceous. You're getting the picture?

My fridge is full of vegetables and I have to wonder why I have so many in there.

They had such potential..either as a complete meal or as an occasional side dish. Nevertheless, I've allowed them to go beyond the point of no return.

Perhaps I expected too much of them. It certainly isn't their fault.

Still, there are some that are beyond saving so a small pile of rank veg were consigned to the compost heap. It's so sad, it's almost criminal.

There are some veg that are on the periphery of rankness...I don't think they're beyond saving but I think I'll have to modify my expectation for them. I hope all is not lost.

So - is this a a metaphor for my life?

Possibly...but more likely it's just a damning indictment of how crap I am at housekeeping.