Repetition

Although repetition can be fun when one is doing something such as, say, eating chocolate covered McVitie's biscuits, I am doing something a little less inspiring. Those of you who know me well may find this story mildly amusing and people not so well-acquainted will think, 'What kind of eeediot...?'

I am doing laundry. Linens, specifically. This in itself is no unusual activity (unless you are part of the tribe of 97 scary Albanians who lived around the corner from Gold Street and who Steffi suspects have eaten Skimble; but I digress.) until one becomes aware that the laundry being washed in New! irresistable fresh scent Crushed Silk and Jasmine BOLD detergent was run through the washer and dryer a little less than 24 hours ago (don't bother asking what crushed silk smells like -- let the marketing do its magic). The only problem was when my lovely sheets and towels were removed from the dryer, they did not smell anything like crushed silk, let alone jasmine. No, indeedy; I forgot to put the detergent in my second wash of Valentine's Evening.

Have you ever omitted washing powder from your personal practices of textile cleanliness? Well, it must be said that this negligence should be avoided. Instead of basking in the joy that is a part of the sleeping-on-clean-clean-sheets experience (esp. crushed silk and jasmine) on Valentine's night, my olfactory system instead flared in protest at the alternative scent of heated dirt that had then been set on fire (when things come out of the dryer sometimes, they are a little warm, you know. Usually, this enhances washing powder scent; unfortunately, it also enhances the aura of dirt.).

So, we are trying again :)