Today Bern took five loads of washing into the laundromat in town. It's not so bad really. The laundromat is actually part of a BP petrol station, so you can grab a tank of fuel and a coffee, then read the newspaper while you wait.
It can also be quite cut-throat, as Bern found out today. Not fast enough retrieving your washing from the machine? It gets dumped on the bench. Even if you are there. Not fast enough re-loading your machine? They dump your washing on the bench and then use it themselves. Even if you are there. Let's just say they were lucky it was Bern doing the washing today and not me.
So this afternoon, with all of our washing clean and dry, the kids pitched in to help Bern bring it in from the line. Grace is very into folding washing at the present time.
I just kind of wish she wouldn't necessarily fold it on the ground. You know, being freshly washed and all. I guess beggars can't be choosers. At least it wasn't the tea towels.
Charlie was also busy unfolding all of the folded washing, emptying the peg basket, and trying to pull the sheets off the line. And when he was sprung by his mother?
