Yesterday, I wrote on this very diary type thing that I had put some washing on.
It went in at approximately noon on Saturday. It is now 4pm on Sunday.
The washing is still in there.
To my credit I did put the whole wash on again at about 11am this morning, but propmtly forgot about it again.
I am having a supremely lazy day. It has so far been spent dozing off in the sun to various Radio 4 programmes all day (and weightlfting, but no sewing, I am obviously a man). The problem with this is that in various states of doze it’s hard to tell when one thing finishes and another starts. So in my mind I mixed up a documentary about Verdi and Gardeners Question Time. And in my glorious dream world they were singing arias about Azelias.
By four o clock I remembered the washing again. I put it on for a third was, we all know that washing that’s been left in the machine too long has a pong. I’m all for protecting the environment, but smelly clothes?
The clothes are now drying, but three washes without softner means that they can just stand up on their own negating the use for a washing airer. I have just saved money.
Go me.