I know, I’ve been keeping a reasonably low profile lately. Anyone would think that I used to be in the Australian Labor Party and I have something to hide… Sure, I’ve posted the odd (in some cases very odd) blog post here and there, but yes, I’ve been keeping schtum. However, there is a very good reason for my silence. I think most people will know where this is going.
This might even be somewhat of an anti-climax since it’s not going to come as a big shock, but I thought, what the hell, announce it on the blog. Even as I type this, I cannot quite believe it is true. I’ve held off saying anything until I was absolutely sure it was really happening, as most people do.
However, since you’re going to hear about it for the rest of my life, I might as well start banging on about it now.
As you all know, The Husband and I have been married a few years now and we’ve been mostly very happy with life here in the cold northern English climes. Except one thing was missing. All of our friends have quietly remarked that they were surprised we hadn’t had one already (though I am sure they were jealous of the extra disposable income we had). Not us though, we’d not even really tried. Steadily I knew from everyone else rhapsodizing endlessly, I began to accept that I wanted one too. And then, as I drank my way past 35 (I know, I don’t look it, thanks) I really wanted one. Like NOW.
Next was the issue of the house. We’d have to move, right? We have 3 bedrooms, sure, but we use all the space already. And the extra cost. Ugh, the cost.
In the end, we said ‘fuck it’.
And we bought a tumble dryer.