Now I never did this before Willow came along so I soley blame baby brain.
You know when you put a load of washing on, forget all about it, go off to your in-laws for the weekend, return 2 days later to a washing machine full of stale smelling items? The only option is to put it on another (hotter) wash, with more washing powder and alot of fabric softer and just hope the smell comes out. This is what I did exactly. Except mid-spin, on the second wash, I heard a nasty clunking sound. I went to go investigate in the Lobby where our washing machine is, to discover the remote control for the TV in our bedroom. VERY IMPORTANT REMOTE!!!!
I could just imagine him personified. Pressed up against the glass, near boiling point, but unheard because of the chunky glass!!
So now, i have a very clean, lovely smelling, BROKEN remote control. the worse thing about all of this is that i now have to get out of bed to change channels/volume…. Jay wont do it because the TV is my side of the bed. I dont blame him really. It is all my fault.
Since the remote contril inident i have since washed Keys, Dummies and this morning i even managed to wash a rubber duck. Dont ask……
LONG REIGN BABY BRAIN!!!!!
Oh that’s definate baby brain. I once had a panic on that our new kitten was in washing machine ….. Having searched all over house for her .. Mid cycle …. Me on knees with sopping wet washing …. No kitten there … Then she appears , bounding around with no knowledge of the panic, terror and manic behaviour she caused. But keys,pens,hair bobbles, money, toys etc are all nice n clean on occasion 😉 x