It’s dark, bit of blue sky, very windy. Good drying weather.

Friday was one of those days. Hassle from school. Missing items. Me being a walking accident magnet. My favourite music magazine, one I’ve been reading for ages, went out of business. And the washing machine….. it decided to eat itself. Two hours of fruitless home repair confirmed that in the words of Monty Python –

E’s kicked the bucket, ‘e’s shuffled off his mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleeding choir invisible!! THIS IS AN EX-WASHING MACHINE…..

A bit of disaster when we have such a heavy lockdown washing requirement. A replacement one was finally sourced that has an expected delivery window of less than 3 months!! So it’s the delights of hand washing for a while. Given Hawklads anxieties – lots of it. I guess it’s a good arm workout.

I need the weather to be nice and cooperate. Outdoor drying would really help. Please help me dry the washing, pretty please….

So here’s the new sport. It’s great for endurance and reactions. Much bending over and sprinting. It’s called ‘catching my pants as they hurtle across the farmers field’. The sizeable wind was clearly trying to turn my underwear into a new post brexit export to Belgium. In fact given the colossal size of my pants they would constitute a bigger new trade deal than anything our clowns of a government have secured in one year…..

56 thoughts on “New Sport

  1. I love that you can find humour in what others might consider a disaster. It’s awfully tough on you, all that washing. If bending over gets too painful maybe you could apply what my dad called the Ganges River method. Put clothes in bathtub and use feet. In Dad’s case it was a tenant who used a shower stall, not a bath, and water cascaded down the stairs from the apartment. Long ago…

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  2. Someone is super… even when life isn’t so super. Want to guess who it is? πŸ˜€ I better answer this one before you do. I know you too well…. you’ll guess wrong. πŸ˜€ It’s you. It’s definitely you. Keep hanging in there Superdad. Capes were made for flying, so if the laundry has taken to the air it’s living it’s destiny. πŸ˜€

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      1. There’s a lot of wierd emojis on my laptop. For the sake of confusion (mine or yours, it really doesn’t matter) I’m back on my tablet. 🐺🐺🐺 <— I have no idea what these are. They look like maybe a fox or a racoon crossed with a cat?

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  3. Well… you *were* lamenting your inability to go for a runπŸ˜‰πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
    We must be very careful… the universe with help from Mr Murphy and his cousin Sod, like to give us what we want… in very inconvenient ways!

    Maybe your laundry will come visit California… the smoke from our fires went across the country. Probably messed with your weather too.
    πŸ’ŒπŸ’ŒπŸ’Œ

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  4. Oh, that stinks. I love my washing machine. I do so much laundry, three months would be hard. I guess it does build the arm muscles and there is some exercise in the chasing of blown away garments. Although I am picturing Patrick in my mind, denying the wallet was his when asked by Man Ray. Depending on the garment, I may deny ownership (even if my name was written in them πŸ™‚ ).

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      1. Thank God, not down here. That would be quite too early … lol. But there is already snow on the mountains. It started two weeks ago when the first cold weather impact arrived.

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