So there's the towels & cottons done in one WM and the sheets done in the other WM.
Roller towel and sheets out on the line, the rest of the cottons in the TD.
The shirts are in the WM now to be followed by the coloureds in about half an hour.
A man's work is never done.
Lovely day out there with a CBS enhanced by a few cirrus clouds.
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Shirts in the TD, coloureds in the WM.
I may be using the iRon for the 3rd time this millennium shortly.
My brainrot is progressing well as evidenced by yesterday's trip into the front room to extract the chili con carne recipe from the filing cabinet.
Which led to total confusion and me taking the now dry umbrella back out to the kitchen having forgotten wtf I went in there for in the first place.
After a further minute of contemplation I remembered that I wanted the recipe & this time managed to remember this for the 5 paces from where I was to where it was.
Then in the afternoon I spent ages pondering on whether or not I'd left the salting house door unlocked all night, finally remembering that I'd unlocked it when I came back home to get the minced beef for said chili out of the freezer.
<Worried of Neath>
In other other news, the IET has now managed to feckup the post code on the garbage it sends me.
Instead of SA11 it's now put CA11.
Which would be fine if I lived in Cumbria.
The Tome has reached as far as the A6 murder of 1961.
They dug James Hanratty up to get his DNA which proved that they hanged the right chap.
Roller towel and sheets out on the line, the rest of the cottons in the TD.
The shirts are in the WM now to be followed by the coloureds in about half an hour.
A man's work is never done.
Lovely day out there with a CBS enhanced by a few cirrus clouds.
<hiatus>
Shirts in the TD, coloureds in the WM.
I may be using the iRon for the 3rd time this millennium shortly.
Originally posted by NickFitz
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Which led to total confusion and me taking the now dry umbrella back out to the kitchen having forgotten wtf I went in there for in the first place.
After a further minute of contemplation I remembered that I wanted the recipe & this time managed to remember this for the 5 paces from where I was to where it was.
Then in the afternoon I spent ages pondering on whether or not I'd left the salting house door unlocked all night, finally remembering that I'd unlocked it when I came back home to get the minced beef for said chili out of the freezer.
<Worried of Neath>
In other other news, the IET has now managed to feckup the post code on the garbage it sends me.
Instead of SA11 it's now put CA11.
Which would be fine if I lived in Cumbria.
The Tome has reached as far as the A6 murder of 1961.
They dug James Hanratty up to get his DNA which proved that they hanged the right chap.
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