further efforts in bringing the banal, the mundane and the ordinary to you are here, then. perhaps just a routine thing, look you see. i do wonder who has the greater edge of folly me for writing it or you for knowingly being here reading it (or looking at the pictures). most of the "economies" of using a laundry service can be found via clicking here. well, my take on such.
a (relatively) recent post showcased my class (if not splendid) koala bedding. not in an overt way, to be sure, but still it was there. with this being the case it was, once more, off with me to the laundry to go and get the bedding (linen, if you will) that was being used washed and dried, then folded away for use once more. assuming, of course, i make it as far as another bedding change.
bit of a reverse (or false forward) with images, as the one above (in psychedelic mode) is of the massive, yet not enormous, tumble dryer in full effect. i just happen to think that this is a nice, quite colourful image, and the first picture on any post gets used as the "preview" or what have you. the end is the beginning is the end, if you like.
going on what i have learned of the "politics" (or social etiquette, or dealing with pig ignorant people) of the laundry i, of course, elected to "go" early. one saturday morning, as it happens. there was an ever so slight intention to go the last public holiday we had, but i went and saw Buckethead & Baby Space Frog at the cinema instead. moving on and i got (arrived) there just a few minutes before their prescribed (or advertised) opening time. imagine my surprise, then, to find two (2) other patrons already in, somewhere near mid-wash on their respective cycles.
it turns out (yes that is the washing machine i used, in VHS mode) that the laundry opens one half of one hour (or 30 minutes) earlier on a saturday. oh. this i ascertained from the conversation what the two ladies (a mother and daughter) were having. perhaps i shall going earlier next time, then, although such would run the risk of them electing not to open earlier and leave me standing around waiting. not certain that loitering around looking desperate for a laundry to open is what i wish to project.
did i engage in any sort of conversation (or interaction) with the mother and daughter? there was a cursory exchange of greetings followed by, under the laws of guidance of the English way of doing things, brief mentions of the weather (hot) and the torment of being up doing laundry so early. otherwise, no. yes, i do appreciate, for a generation influenced if not scarred by the Nick Kamen incident, that a gent encountering a mother and daughter at a laundry could be the premise of the plot for a particularly bad Robin Asquith film, except that by default suggests there is such a thing as a particularly good plot for a Robin Asquith film. or how you spell his name, you know who i mean.
mostly, or for the most part, whilst waiting for the machines i just read more of the book what i am busy with. that would be the most recent (quite a lot of most) one, at the time of writing, to come out in paperback from The Tall One Formerly Out Of Pointless Although He Still Does Pointless Celebrities And Now Also Formerly Out Of Richard Osman's House Of Games Although I Guess They Will Call It Something Else Now And Also He Was A Backing Dancer For Sonia. not a bad read so far, but the usual post on that shall follow eventually.
some of the "politics" of the laundry was absolutely going to kick off, by the way. just as my laundry, which to clarify was the bedding but also a couple of towels, was doing its thing in the tumble dryer a particularly unpleasant and obnoxious chap came in with about twelve (say a dozen) bin bags loaded with clothes. he looked quite cross that others were already there, using the (and this i stress open to the public) facility, clearly believing the place was "his". unfortunately suck d!ckhe@ds with a sense of entitlement roam the entire planet, with an abundance of them in Scotland with internet access, but the English ones do seem to be louder than usual, and have a more distinguished huff sound.
regarding costs, it was a neat (flat) straight £9, with £5.50 for the washing machine and £3.50 for the tumble dryer. which means the costs have not increased over the last 18 (or so) months. such a thing in our present world is to be treasured.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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