"'Have you invented a plan for it?' Alice inquired. 'Not yet,' said the knight." Through the Looking-glass. Busy down the coal mine and a bit exhausted at the moment. Hardly had time to check what has been happening in this virtual space. We took a bush walk recently on the Deakin side of Red Hill. Met up with some pooches, passed a reservoir, took in stupendous views of the surrounding hills and stared back at some lazy wallabies. Charly is obsessed with making pom-poms and is asking for advice on knitting scarves. Eek! Little one is gearing up for her 7th birthday party this weekend. Bigger eek!! Ro-Ro is angling for a Nerf gun and continues to plough through Biggles and Lemony Snicket -- all derring-do and intrigue -- as light bedtime reading. I wonder what he dreams? No particular plans are being hatched. School holidays are looming in a month and we have a few friends visiting from afar. The old -- well actually not that old -- Electrolux washing machine burst a valve and the brand spanking new Miele is humming like a luxury BMW engine in a glassy showroom. There are no virtues attached to hand washing and patronising laundromats. I took the Choice consumer survey at its word and went straight for the top scoring brand based on dirt removal, rinse performance, water efficiency, spin efficiency and gentleness. After a week without a machine, I plan to wallow in fresh-smelling, crisp laundry every night this week and sort the whites and colours with a smile and gleeful skip instead of the usual scowl. Sounds like a {tragic} plan after all. |
