In the absence of any solo trips hither or thither here’s an apparently rather boring post.
Today I did laundry.
That said, it wasn’t just any laundry.
I did laundry using MY VERY OWN washing machine.
And I can’t tell you how thrilling it was to have a bewildering choice of cycles and temperatures to pick from. Did I have sportswear or silks? Would my woollens like an extra rinse? How about fewer creases? There was an Eco Option (though, weirdly, that seemed to take longer) and even a Child Lock (surely surplus to requirements – the cat has no opposable thumbs).
This is in stark contrast to the only program which will work on the decrepit washer in the flat which basically involves turning things round for an hour with the end result that they come out smelling even worse than they did before.
Yes, if there was an award for the World’s Worst Washer, there’s no question this would win.
Anyway, back to Lush Laundry Heaven.
I was feeling rather reckless so I plumped for cottons at 60 degrees.
Round and round and round it all went.
And then round and round a bit more.
Some time later the White Knight decided it was done and when I opened the door if was like something from a TV advert. There were the freshest of fresh towels emitting airborne cartoon flowers – and not some grey rags that stank like a tramp’s armpit as they have done for the past nine months.
Then I took the pile of perfumerated (this should be a real word) pillowcases, pyjamas, pants et al into the ‘courtyard’ (this what estate agents are now calling plain old Yorkshire yards – and I think it’s hilarious!) and pegged them on the line and they happy-flapped in the breeze and dried all by themselves instead of spending four days on the clothes horse in the middle of the flat where, when they eventually gave up all moisture, they resembled wire wool.
Tonight back at said-flat I have a pile of super-soft towels ready to use and I’m off to bed in a pair of wonderfully sweet-smelling PJs.
There is actually a point to this utterly unassuming post – bear with me!
Three years ago today I wending my way home after a wild week of solo travel in New York.
Today I’m enjoying the insanely intense thrill of clean clothes.
One might seem infinitely more exciting than the other on the surface but, as you’ll have seen from my recent posts, the pandemic has taught me that Adventure isn’t about where you go, how far or for how long.
No, Adventure is very much an attitude and even something as seemingly dull as laundry can be a new and exciting experience if you’re in the right mindset. Yes, really!
Well it’s very much a flying visit tonight but I’ll let you know more about my latest (non-travel) exploits very soon.
For now, however, I hope you are all staying as safe as can be and keeping your chins up-up-UP!
Much So Long love,