Do you know about Pantomines? In the UK we have Panto season every year to coincide with Christmas or Winter Holidays. Men dress as women, women dress as men, everything is an exaggeration and overacted and the colours are gaudy to say the least and garish at best. There are audience participation lines *Oh No There Aren’t* *Oh Yes There Are* such as ” He’s behind you!!!” when a ghost or ghoul pops out and tries to creep up on our hero/ine.
One of the main characters of panto is Wishy-Washy, a laundry keeping “lady” and her stage set has bloomers and unmentionables hanging from every surface and every flat area has a washing line attached for even more laundry draping potential.
Cut scene to Pollyanna’s kitchen/utility area this weekend when after two hours of drying she figures out that the machine has packed up and there is no hot air emanating from the big ol’ dryer who has served her so well and faithfully. Laundry is everywhere. We’d been away the weekend previously and had enough clothes to squeeze out one more week before having to wash almost everything we owned. Queue the panto music indicating calamity. Piles of laundry everywhere sorted in to lights, darks and in-betweens, with two loads wet, one in the dryer still wet and one in the washer spinning as we spoke.
Luckily after quickly realising that the problem was larger than a trusty set of screwdrivers could fix, it was possible to source a 2nd hand replacement which was vented rather than a condenser which it is hoped will dry clothes quicker in the long run. There was a scramble to collect the new machine, then scramble under the counter to connect the machine, then re-connect the machine to a plug which worked, then a scramble under the counter to find a plug which worked and to gaffer tape the hose to the exterior vent, then a scramble out of the tiny gap, then a re-scrambling when the gaffer duct tape wasn’t sufficiently secure and came undone and vented the wet air under the work counter rather than out of the building and finally all was well as the machine took its pretty little time to dry the mountain which was growing by the 22 minutes, which was the cycle time of the washing machine.
Shortly thereafter, with laundry mountains turning in to molehills there was space in the kitchen to load the dishwasher and have a clean up….
at which point it was discovered the plates are too large for the arm to spin in the dishwasher and now a new appliance is needed or change our crockery.
It is never just one problem, eh!