This morning my habitual negligence for leaving stuff in pockets of hoodies/jeans pre-launder reached a new pinnacle. Ordinarily, these faux pas’ result in a tissue, which’s been washed and spun for an hour, exploding within the washing machine barrel. An episode ordinarily leaving post-wash garments covered with dandruff-like debris. Producing a post-wash landscape similar to…
Tag: laundry
Creased
It’s 3pm on the last Sunday before Christmas Day 2020. Shortly. I’ll be firing up the oven to cook my mater and me a roast beef dinner; a small gesture by her eldest offspring in recognition of her washing/ironing his laundry earlier in the week. Laundry a task, even in her dotage, Mrs S senior…
Neil Fraser’s Cricket Boots
I wrote yesterday of childhood haircuts in the narrative You’ll Thank Me One Day! In particular brother Ian and I having to sport short hair, a consequence of our mother (Maggie) strongly disapproving of styles longer than collar length. Appropriate male grooming wasn’t mater’s only obsession at the time. Her appearance fixation also extended to the…