Suds

You know what I've never done on my own before? Laundry. You know what I did on my own... kinda... the other day? Laundry. You've all been wondering, don't deny it, how Bethany and I would get along sans mommies. Well, I can safely say that we're doing pretty well: we're fed--with healthy food, we're clothed--in clean clothes, and while our rooms may not be up to firecode standards, when have they ever been?

Yes mums and pops we're succeeding in existing quite well, quite frugally, on our own.

Of course, that doesn't mean that there haven't been shennanigans...

So, I've never done laundry, and do you know why? Why not laundry when I've successfully proven that I can do just about every other chore they throw at me? My mom, she likes doing laundry. She gets stressed, she does laundry. She can't sleep? She does laundry. As well, I've been told that I don't fold properly... pah. Me? Not fold things to standar? Never.

But, that's why I've never before done laundry. UNTIL RECENTLY. This Tuesday Beth and I trucked on down to the laundry room. We had previously sought it out, and spent some time looking through the nooks and crannys of Freeman's Common calling out softly "Laundry room, laundry room where are you?" But it would not reveal itself until such time as a very pixie like Asian girl showed it to use, darting and speeding around corners at speeds that we never thought we'd be able to keep up with. It felt vaugly like a quest in a Zelda game. But, we found it, and we were ever so happy. We didn't do laundry that day though, too sleepy, and I was too sick, and Beth was too unmotivated.

But, on came Tuesday and Beth was down to one outfit and no underwear. Unfortunate. So we found the laundry room, and little miss traveled Ireland and then came home to Leicester with limited resources was delighted to finally have the option of cleaning her clothes.

We sorted, and we paid the machines, and quite suddenly found ourselves stuck. We were both used to a liquid soap, and in a front loading (not top loading) laundry machine, where the heck do you put the soap? We found the flap on the top of the machine, and we read the instructions on the box and very quickly we were back on track.

Three machines full of just our clothing later (mostly hers) we were rolling... for thirty eight minutes. We didn't really feel like leaving the machines, so we looked around and came to the conclusion that, hey, the laundry room is the place to be. We're not kidding, there were two german boys, a german girl, a British guy, and later on, two more German girls... ok... maybe Germans just like hanging out in the laundry room.

Anyways, all this company, obviously, meant conversation. Socialisation in the laundry room. Unfortunately, the only person who could understand our rapid conversation was British boy. He started conversing with us when he realised what laundry dunces we were, mocked us, read his paper, we mocked him, continue and repeat as necessary.

It was actually quite fun, and boarded (in a way that boardering means completely was) on flirting. Beth and I had a great time harassing this poor kid, but he held his own in a way that only the British could against our awesome powers.

Interesting note--emergancy condom machine, tampon machine, and tylonal machine, all kept in the laundry room next to the folding table. Try folding a piece of lengerie next to the thing and not get mocked... oi.

So, we're doing just fine, we're starting to raise hell, and we have clean clothes sullied by shameless suds.