Yesterday we got a new washing machine after the 7 year old one was losing the will to wash properly anymore.
The delivery truck pulled up at 9am and it was like Christmas morning. I was so excited.
I commented – many times – on the size of the drum and how great it was that it takes an 8kg load. I rubbed my hand gently across the top of it and marvelled at how pretty it was.
I watched the first wash spin around in awe, full of anticipation. I couldn’t wait to see the results.
When the wash finished I took out the clothes and smelled them. I could smell the fabric conditioner and I shouted to the Hubby at how great they smelled. “COME IN AND LOOK AT THE COLLAR ON YOUR SHIRT!! IT’S CLEAN!!!” I was so happy.
To top it all off, the manky boiler that’s been left uncovered in the corner of the new kitchen for a year now, finally, FINALLY, got covered, and my life was complete. (Temporarily anyway)
I was walking on air.
To finish our eventful day, we all went to an Aunt and Uncle’s 50th wedding anniversary. We had a nice time catching up with family, and we were home by 10pm, exhausted from all the days excitement.
This morning I went downstairs and made myself a coffee. I stuck on the dishwasher and then went in to the utility room to get something. When I opened the door I was greeted by my shiny new washing machine. I beamed at it. I may even have said hello to it. (I know)
Then as I walked back over to the kettle, I glanced at the boiler cover. I beamed again. Lovely.
What’s happening to me?? I really need to get my shit together…
*Checks if the wash basket is full enough to put on another wash*