The washing machine broke down on Saturday. This is devastating news. Not only does that mean the washing piles up, it means we potentially have to lug the 60kg machine down three flights of stairs to take it to get repaired (and into the car, and back up the stairs).
But the truly sad thing is I caught myself and a mate having a full on conversation about how if you don’t keep on top of the washing, it’ll get away from you.
And how she likes to make sure she doesn’t wash on Wednesdays because her husband works from home and the house feels like a laundromat, and how I love my dryer because I can wash and dry in the same day, and I wonder how much it costs per load in electricity.
And then it dawned on us….. We used to be cool once!