Yesterday I was unimpressed at the outside temperature. I rinsed out bear's clothes which I had dragged out of the broken washing machine and hung them on the washing line. It was dead still and cold. When I brought them back in a few hours later they were still wet, although the worst of the water had dripped out. The trouble was that there was a smell in the garden, like tramps. I can't bear it, and it gets on the clothes, so I ended up with the clothes in the dryer with some tumble dryer sheets. I have a few for when I tumble DH's sports kit, and I put a handful in with bear's uniform.
I bailed out the washing machine until most of the water was gone and then put in a couple of nappies. It is a long, long time since bear was in nappies, but I keep a few of the very cheapest in because they are great at absorbing floods, defrosting freezers and general spills. The new washing machine comes on Sunday. I am usually quite up to date with washing, but I can see it piling up. Between Wednesday night and Sunday afternoon I would normally do four washes at least. In this weather I am going to resist the temptation to rub a few things through by hand. Apart from anything else, my hands are in shreds anyway.
I have also ruined one of bear's school shirts with gunk from the iron. I can never get the stuff out. Another has some very suspicious stains on the sleeve which have resisted all chemicals thrown at them. I'm going to have to pick up a couple more for him. I'll try and put that off until New Year.
At least I found a present for DH. Time for some surreptitious wrapping.