And for once I don't mind.
Today my new washing machine was delivered to my house,and sucessfully installed. So I see myself doing nothing but washing, trying to get everything our nasty little cat has soiled over the last few weeks. I'm talking pillows, blankets, quilt covers....everything. It's been a point of contention between myself and the monster for a while now, the laundry piling up. No clean clothes or underwear. Luckily my wardrobe is extensive enough that I was able to run the whole gamut without recycling anything, but I was running very low. In fact, had the washing machine not appeared today or any time soon, I would have had to turn up to work wearing a ball gown and odd (albeit clean) socks.
So with the appearance of the washing machine, I see one more step being taken towards the hum drum of domesticity. A sydney housewife, trying to juggle housework, family, relationship, work and the occasional battle of the bulge. I even have the martini glass, but for now it's staying empty.
I just bought a 1.75L bottle of gin from a work colleague for the bargain price of $50. I couldn't resist, it was such an offer, especially as it came with a free pack of cigarettes. Normally I'd be cracking that gin baby as soon as I got home, but today instead I think I'll be cracking a fresh box of Dynamo open and seperating the whites from the colours.
It's not as depressing as I thought. I'm
And as soon as it hits 1st December, well, I'll have a 1.75 L bottle of gin to celebrate.
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