We’ve been without a washing machine for a couple of months now. Yes, we got some recompense from the old one that broke just outside the guarantee period, but that money was instantly absorbed into the New Kitchen fund and disappeared before we knew we had it. The kitchen project is – unsurprisingly – way over our original budget.
Now, at first, Mrs M didn’t mind not having a washing machine and was enjoying her weekly visit to the local launderette. But Nick Kamen never did turn up and slip out of his 501s in front of her, and so the novelty has now worn off.
“I need a washing machine” she simpered, last week. And so we perused the internets, read all the reviews and ordered one. It arrives at the end of the week. Hurrah!
With the prospect of a new machine on the horizon, Mrs M didn’t bother going to the launderette this weekend. She didn’t bother last weekend either (actually, we were busy and she just plain forgot). “We can muddle through till the end of the week”, she said. As such, the laundry basket is piled high and we are fast running out of clean clothes. It’s looking like I may have to go to work in my dressing gown.
Getting the kids ready for school this morning, I found that Harry didn’t have a clean jumper to wear and so, much to his chagrin, he had to wear one of his sister’s old ones. It’s a bit big for him and it’s now more of a dark grey colour than the deep black it started out as, but it’ll do. It’s only for a week.
Amelia had no clean trousers to wear, so again, an old pair were dragged out of the wardrobe. They were a bit tatty and frayed at the bottom and a little bit short, but they’ll do. It’s only for a week.
I looked at the pair of them as they stood in front of me. They looked a right couple of scruffy ragamuffins. I didn’t like the idea of sending them to school like that. But they’d be alright… it’s only for a week.
We arrived at school and after dropping Amelia off, I escorted Harry to his class. The door to the hall was locked shut and so we had to walk the long way round. Harry led the way. I peered through the windows as we walked and could some screens and portable lights had been set up. “What’s going on in there, then?” I enquired of the scruffy urchin in front of me.
“Oh, we’re having our school photos done today”, he said.