Thursday, 19 August 2010

So it goes...

It has been one of those days ... it is always a mistake to lay in bed in the early morning sunshine thinking what you might do when you have the whole day ahead. Do a little gardening ... take a walk in the park... visit a garden centre ... . It all started well, I thought I'd give my planters a feed, even though they'd had plenty of rain and Mr T said he would put some laundry on, all before breakfast.  After a 'bit' of tidying round I had a few more things to add to the wash.
"I've already put it on" he said,
"But it is not going" she said ...
You've been there, you've done that - machine full of water and unwashed clothes, the light's not on and the door won't open.
When I retired I thought I would buy a 'good' washing machine, so it was worth purchasing a good warranty agreement too. But the vendors wanted me to ring the manufacturers to arrange one of their engineers to call, and the manufacturers wanted me to ring the vendors to get the warranty details. I must say everyone was very polite and helpful, but it still took ages to sort, and then I had to take the sopping wet wash to the local launderette, somewhere I haven't had to frequent for many years. I had no idea how much a wash cost these days. I am sure you are getting as bored with this tale as I was with the laundry. No one else seemed to be sitting and waiting for their wash, but I sat and read my book keeping a wary eye on my undies, it must have been an unusual sight as one girl asked if I was the owner.
However I am pleased I bought the shop's guarantee as that covers accidental damages, whereas the manufacturer's doesn't and I've a horrible feeling that the wine-box spillage has gummed up the electricals - we shall see. It will be next Tuesday before anyone can come out. We can manage till then.

But after all that I was in horrible foul mood, and then Mr T wanted me to help him do something on the computer, grrr moan mutter (feeling guilty) - I really should have just gone out, even though the sun had gone. But I have a moment now and I am going to post my next set of memoirs.
I haven't got any more in the pipeline at the moment, but I am working on it, be warned.






12 comments:

marigold jam said...

I was there with you Jill! Lovely memories and beautiful illustrations of course! I well remember the sand in your sandals (is that why they are called sandals perhaps?) and the hand knitted cardi too. Lovely post.

Jane x

marigold jam said...

PS sorry about the washing machine - I was so taken with the memoirs I forgot you'd had a bad hair day beforehand! Hope you get it fixed soon!

J

Joy said...

I love all the memories, they are so warm, cozy and comforting. Yes, sorry about the washing machine--it's always a bit of a surpise--like why didn't it break down before you put all the clothing in it--nothing convenient about the whole ordeal! Looking forward to more memories and illustrations.

Menopausal musing said...

I think anyone reading this will sympathise with the "washing stuck in the machine" scenario...... Poor you!

Lovely,lovely illustrations and writing again. Oh for an ice cream wafer! :O)

Printed Material said...

Jill,
Sorry about the washing machine. As well as writing about your memories you could have relived the same period with your washing and done it all by hand! I still do a bit of handwashing. It was a habit I learned from my Mum. Strange how reading your memories always sparks something off in my mind too. Hope you get fixed without delay but if you can't do any washing at least there will be plenty of time to carry on with your memoirs! Lesley

Lalabibaby @ Dreaming of The Simple Life said...

I'm loving reading about your Gt Yarmouth days and your illustration are super as always. Bliddy washing machines! I now rent one for a tenner a month.... we used to buy them and take out the warranties (with a family of 6 you can imagine how many times a day it was used!) But every time they went wrong we'd wait a week for the 1st engineer to come and state the obvious and then tell us it would be a week or two for the part to come. A couple of times the wrong part would arrive and we would have to wait all over again. I can live without most gadgets but the WM isn't one of them... don't have that problem now a the chap I rent from comes the same day and does the repair immediately and if, like last week, he is unable to fix the problem he brings me another machine. Job done! Can't wait for your next instalment x

Lizzie said...

Hope your washing machine is soon back up and running - what a pain to have to go to the laundrette! It would probably have been cheaper to drive your washing over to my house nr. Bedford!

I am really enjoying your stories, Jill. Your illustrations are fabulous. I really think you could try selling them - either as a book, or as a series (try the Peoples' Friend magazine!! - I'll send you their details if you want). I'm sure lots of people would really enjoy a book or series with your great writing and pictures in!

Jee said...

Loved the memories of the beach, Jill - oh the agony of sand between the toes! I used to love the way you could get trays of tea from the beach refreshment booth and carry it, clinking, across the sand.
A machine full of wet washing is such a nightmare to deal with - equal only to one that floods the kitchen while you're out! Hope it gets better soon.

Sandra Hall said...

I check every night before I get into bed to see if you've made another post of your Norfolk memories - I feel like a child checking to see if Santa has been.
Such wonderful drawings again Jill (how I wish I could draw like this!) and your story almost dances with life.
I hope it was deeply therapeutic after your stressful 'washer incident' Just to cheer you up about that - I read whilst choosing a birthday card today that 'stressed is just desserts spelt backwards'.... could this be licence to eat lovely cakes when we have those stressful moments? hehehe!

Amelia said...

lovely memoirs! And I certainly know about frustrating days and events! At the moment I am attempting to 'snatch' moments as the school hols means much of my creative time is engulfed in childcaring . . . . :)

Amelia.x

webb said...

Love the photo of your dad on the beach with his trousers rolled up and a tie! I remember that so well from my childhood. Not at all like the baggy low-slung shorts of today! Great post.

Heloise said...

Lovely photographs,illustrations and memories. Really enjoying reading these posts.