This weekend summer finally arrived in London.
And not a moment too soon. I have laundry piling up to dangerous levels.
This sunshine means I can finally get through it all. No more draping of damp clothes all over the flat, adding to teh already damp atmosphere, and having to turn the heat on just so I have some clean underwear.
Yesterday, I got through three loads of laundry. Washed, dried and folded. It was amazing!!!
This morning, as I rolled out of bed, I got it in my head to continue the streak. I gathered up another load and shoved it into the washer. As I was squeezing out the blue washing liquid into its little awkward cup, my hand-eye coordination failed and somehow it ended up on the floor and running down the side of the washer.
I stared at it for a few seconds and considered leaving the mess while I made my morning coffee (and there is the root of the accident, attempting productivity before coffee) but it started seeping into the seams of the kitchen tile and the machine itself. 10 paper towels later, it was cleaned up and I could continue with my laundry mission.
Except now I want to get in the shower and the laundry still has about 45 minutes.
The lesson here: do not attempt household chores before your morning coffee.