Washing day

Since leaving the flat we have lost the ease of quick and easy washing machines. We are still yet to fill up the water tank with water for fear of flooding the boat if what our surveryor and boat builder told us was right, the tank or pipwork may have a leak. We plan to fill-er-up when I have a day off from work, the weather is nice and Leigh is fit and well and we want to face the possibility of pumping out water.

So anyway, we haven't used our wonderwash system as I just know that it'll take up too much precious water that we keed for drinking, cooking and washing up. So I planned the day to go to the local laundrette. Fortunately Leigh's bandmate, Ferny was over and willing to lend a hand, after 1 month of clothes piling up there was quite alot. So off we trundled 2 miles to the nearest laundrette, but with great company the jaunt was fine.

£15 later and after a hour of watching pants spin round and round the clothes were sort of dry and we had run out of change. So I folded up the clothes and we walked back to the boat. On the way we discovered some stray items that hadn't quite made it all the way to the laundrette, they must have fallen from the trolley I was wheeling. So these were scooped up and will wait until next time.

When we got back to the boat, Ferny had picked up a bottle of wine, so as the hanging up of clothes took place around the boat, the wine went down extremely well!

Here is a flavour of the washing day...