[Diary Notes]
Facing heaps of dirty laundry still beats snowfalls of
documents to be filed
in my office, somehow this is
more soothing, the
pressure is less, humming is less
of a problem with no
colleagues around to threaten
nervous breakdowns,
no-one to complain if my self-
esteem doll watches
proceedings, no fear that I need
To recite the alphabet
while sorting clothing according
to colours, no-one to
check the result and changing
the thoughts in my
head, the only problem is the use
of technology, the new
flighty lightweight nit-wit of a
washing machine that
uses so little electricity, makes
no sense at all,
everything is almost boiled, change
The setting and the
machine just stalls, spinning is a
major earth-shattering
event with the machines just
threatening to shatter
its moorings and flying off into
a parallel universe,
the CharKnight is shocked every
time he hears the
machine madly dancing and I get
a speech about not
overloading and taking it slowly,
The CharMaster is great
on giving advice, but not on
carrying out himself,
but it is a challenge and with my
favourite music and
reading in-between, the fun factor
is high and I can’t
wait to dig in, eight o’clock sharp is
the CharLord’s dictum,
not a minute before because it
is his chore to be in
charge of the inverter waiting for
Solar power to provide
free electricity, first a nice cup
of tea and looking for
the right song, then the glorious
laundry event can begin!
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