If you are one of my ardent blog readers (lucky you) you probably already know about my washing machine saga!

I’ll tell it again anyway. I gave away my fabulous washing machine to some wonderful lovely friends before we left Adelaide. Possibly a poor move, but I am sure Jules and Andrew are enjoying being able to wash their clothes in their own home (hmph). We inherited a charming little twin tub when we moved in here, and whilst it was convenient and great and all, it had a few problems and I either gave up on it or it broke down for good (can’t really remember).

Anyway, the laundromat here in Geeveston is really lovely and clean and quite new. And my friends are wonderful to let me do some washing when I am there. But I protested to Monte recently. Why on earth is he getting tools and the big ute when I want a washing machine? Well! He tells me his tools are necessary for stuff that has to be done around the joint (you can see where I am going, can’t you!?). Methinks I dost protest too much, because he finally saw my point and got me a washing machine from ebay.

There are many types of machines, and you can choose to classify machines into categories such as ‘powered,’ ‘foot powered’ and ‘hand powered.’ My new washing machine fits into the latter category. I kid you not!

Monte was so gracious to buy me a 2.5kg hand powered washing machine that I fell all over him with excitement and enthusiasm. “What,” I proclaimed, “all for me? I am delighted to be able to use this ingenious machine to wash your greasy work clothes, my love. Why don’t I scrub the floor with a toothbrush whilst I am at it?”

I love my husband more than anything. He is the most gorgeous, loving, wonderful fella in the entire universe. He proves this by stating that he plans to upgrade my washing machine to a pedal-powered one so I can enjoy the exercise.

Yet I still love him. More than that – I more than love him.
Meanwhile, in BJ land, I am planning a trip to buy a proper washing machine. It needs to be able to run off the generator in case we decide not to get grid power. I don’t care really, but I would like to be able to wash my family’s clothes in the convenience of my own bathroom. Although, having said that, the trips to the laundromat and my friends’ houses also seem appealing.

Or perhaps I will delegate my dearly beloved to become the manager of clothing maintenance.