Julia’s new routine means that we no longer have to be up at five on a Sunday morning. However, Number Two Son is still working for another month, so I’m still getting up at six to pick him up at seven.
It puts some shape in my day, which is something that worries me about our new routine – it’s going to be easy to have a lie in and waste the day.
After getting him home I filled the car with laundry and headed off in hope of beating That Bloody Woman to the driers. It went quite well. The laundrette was empty apart from The Big Lad so I filled three small washing machines and set them going. It nearly worked.
Two of them finished, and I got the contents into driers. At that point, the Other Bloody Woman walked in. She doesn’t even wash in the launderette, just waltzes in with bags of wet washing and takes four of the seven machines. She filled two machines and went out to get her other bags. So I grabbed a sweatshirt from one of my driers and chucked it into a spare drier to stop her taking all four. She wasn’t particularly happy when she returned to find the drier taken, but I had, at least, left her the last one, which is more than she would have done for me. Three minutes later my last machine finished and I filled it so I my conscience was only mildly bothered. I hadn’t spent half an hour washing just so that I could allow someone else to walk in and take all the driers.
I’m not sure that I’m a good person these days. All this drier politics is eroding my sense of right and wrong…
Regarding your last thoughts: I do think that the worst people tend to bring out the worst in others. So I blame that wet laundry lady.
So do I. 🙂 But I also feel a tiny bit of shame.
Great movie. It made me ponder the meaning of life.
Ah, the power of the moving image. 🙂
if you ever do write a novel, you could include this scene for a little comic relief.
Yes, it would balance nicely with the hospital scene where I deprive a cancer patient of his reading light. (I will have to check back to see if I’ve already started that one).
Sometime in the 1970s I was using our local laundrette when a film crew came in and asked everyone except me to leave. They said they thought I might enhance the shot. If you looked very hard at the made for TV film, without blinking, you might just have got a glimpse of my elbow
I’m sure you would be an ornament to any film scene Derrick. 🙂
🙂
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