I have previously posted pics of my lovely well ventilated laundry. The laundry with the breath taking views. *sigh*
Please bear with me as I am about to have a whinge and for me to whinge properly, I need to explain exactly how you wash fricking clothes at my house.
I need to go outside. I need to check the tank to see how much water I have. If there is enough water in the ‘house tank’ ( this is the tank that is the easiest to use) I can turn on the hose, yes you heard me, I can turn ON the hose and squirt water into the washing machine. If the house tank is getting low*sigh* and it is. I can bucket the water from the ‘big tank’ into the washing machine. and this is a pain.
A great big fucking time consuming pain.
Ok, We are now assuming that the rotten twintub is full of water. Put 4 school polo tops ( no it isn’t a typo I said 4) into the bloody twin tub and turn the button. 5 school polo tops will make the twin tub stop washing and start tearing holes in the school clothes. The wash cycle is 4 minutes. Kick the twin tub and click the wash button.
I am now Trapped. I have to be close to the torture device twin tub or we wont have any clean clothes and my darling son will use this as an excuse NOT TO GO TO SCHOOL.
Repeat this every three minutes or so.
Assuming the school polos tops are clean, I put them into the spinner and spin the water back into the machine. Water is precious up here and expensive.
I put the school polos into the white bucket , it is in the photo and I pour CLEAN WATER, DRINKING WATER, SPARKLING WATER on to them and I attempt to rinse them. Now 3 or 4 good dunkings in the white bucket and they smell less soapy. They even look less soapy . So back into the spinner part of the twintub with them. I have another bucket to catch this water this spinning soapy water, not to water the garden with. This water is to be set aside to be used to refill the washing machine when it gets low BECAUSE UNLIKE OUR POLITICIANS I AM LIVING WITH CLIMATE CHANGE and it sucks!!!
I put the next load of slightly dirtier clothes into the machine and start to wash again.
Are you getting the idea of just how difficult is is to do washing here?
Anyhow I was planting an olive tree this evening and I asked my son to carry a bag of sheep poo down to where I was digging the hole for the new tree and…
SHIT HAPPENS. SHIT! SHIT!SHIT! HAPPENS!
Apparently the bag of poo broke ACCIFUCKINDENTALLY .
ALL OVER THE TWIN TUB AND IN THE TWIN TUB AND NEXT TO THE TWIN TUB AND ALL OVER THE RINSING IN THE WHITE BUCKET. ETC .ETC.ETC
I should stop here BUT I DON’T
Hows this for a hypothetical scenario?
Now if you were a teenage boy and your mother was making totally unreasonable demands on you again*sigh*because your mother is a biaaaatch and wants to so totally ruin your life and and and…
Wouldn’t you feel a teensy bit tempted to throw the bag of sheep poo at her? Oops, I meant at the stupid tree she was planting because it is so UNFAIR
and it is only down the hill a little bit and how would she know anyway?
Unless the Bag broke.