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.
Your life will never be the same
Expats totally understand, amirite??
Say goodbye to the drying rack although I am sure you won’t miss it!
It was a little sad retiring it. And then I dried my eyes with a hand towel that didn’t remove a layer of skin and I got over it.
Congratulations!
We can let you have some baby clothes that our kids have grown out of for it.
Seriously, not pregnant or even close.
Doesn’t stop you from drying loads of small clothes ‘just because you can now’.
That’s only because my own clothes are small though, let’s be clear.
Shut the front door. Congratulations to you and yours! This is going to change everything – warm towels! That don’t feel like sandpaper! You’ve got it made in the shade. Congratulations again!
Many thanks, we have called him Harry Hotpoint.
LOL very good!!!
I hope you did not get one of those pommy tumble dryers where you have to remove a tray of condensed water every cycle like my sister has. Terrible contraption it was. Don’t tell me that you have this noble notion of real nappy towels either, they all say that and end up going disposable.
Congratulations and check out the citizenship status for the bub and if they don’t get automatic ozzie rego on birth due to your nationality, then you should seriously consider being with calf down under.
Condensers I have avoided. Unfortunately the installation of the tumble dryer has taken place in the workshop which adjoins the house albeit via an external door meaning I have to venture outside for each dry load. Small price to pay.
Oh, and I most certainly am not pregnant, though I’d be under no illusion that I too would take the easiest approach to nappies. Earth mother candidate I am not.
I noticed that you didn’t actually say that you were with calf but seen some of the other comments from your closest mates and thought you were saying that you were without saying that you were, cryptic blogger as you are.
So you have to brave the elements and get wet, cold and windswept to pick up the dry clothes. It sounds a little like going out to the coal bunker to get the coal for the fire when its cold. But you northern lasses are pretty tough cattle after all. At least hubby gets the benefit of the exhaust heating up his workshop and he can directly throw his filthy damp workshop rags straight into the dryer without braving the elements. Whereas my wife would have none of it she is even insisting on an extra internal staircase so that when the boys use the pool they don’t walk through the kitchen with their wet feet. Even though they hardly use it and even then its only in high summer that they do.
PS How was your holiday in oz, was it as good as you imagined it to be. did you get to wear your bikini?
Did you just ask about her bikini?
Yeah, I don’t mind going outside, Victorian as it might feel, it’s no worse than an outside dunny.
Oz was great, I should blog about that. I have a few hundred photos, which I can distill down to about 3. None of which will be me in a bikini, sorry.
Such a stoic girl going outside for the cause. I actually swam in a a UK river on New Years Day this year and was pretty chuffed that I was first one in and last one out.
Look forward to hearing about your adventures down under and glad to hear that you had a greta time.
So just before we drop the bikini subject, here is one for the poms, this is what our beaches are full of.
I’ll get to it. How could I not deny you all the chance to meet the regulars on this here blog. Nutbag, Melba and The Dame all show up.
Congrats!! I never understood it.. always baffled me why other countries didn’t have tumble dryers! My in-laws just got one this year and were amazed! ha!
‘Merica does. Frankly, when it’s above freezing most of the time you don’t really need one. Up here though, well…
Well, thank fuck for that. I really have no idea how you and the Husband have lasted this long without one – and in a country where you can almost bet on the rain. Your life will never be the same.
I heed you one warning. No matter how tempting – Do NOT put the dog inside. I know you might think he may come out all nice and fluffy, but it can only end in tears. On a side note, ensure the life changing purchase is out reach of his mouths harm. You don’t want a repeat of the iPod episode.
Congrats again xx
Too late. The Dog went in after a walk in the rain. On the plus side, I now have a chihuahua.
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