Feeling testy.....

It has to be said I am feeling a little testy. I spent an hour or so yesterday evening washing all my dirty clothes by hand. This is no mean feat. There were many and they were very dirty mostly from the trip to Damaraland. The sinks in the shower block are exceedingly small for this kind of thing and you can really only wash one thing at a time. The laundry when I first arrived was done in a room in the admin block, next to the old Lappa. You pitched up with your bundle of clothes, handed them over to whoever was on duty in the laundry room and then lo and behold they were returned, clean (unpressed, but I can live with that) back to you the next day. It all worked very well. But for some reason the laundry room has moved and now you dump your washing in the Lappa, it disappears and then returns at.... some.... point. My stock of clothes are diminishing and some of them put into the laundry in previous loads are still missing. As much as I like the place, I don't want to donate my entire wardrobe to it and with no guarantee that if I put stuff into the laundry at this point it will be back before I go to Epikuro on Monday I have resorted to handwashing. And why am I testy? Well, because the washing lines are metal wire, there are no pegs and I discovered the wind picks up just nicely that end of the block. What weren't in the trees or bushes when I came back half an hour later expecting to find clean and gently fragrant washing blowing in a gentle breeze had been trampled with some diligence into the ground by the herd of maverick sheep that roam the place. So it was with a stern expression and heavy heart that I picked them up and started all over again. So now I have cockerall, turkey and Alfred the sheep on my hitlist to be dealt with before I leave.
Reader Comments (1)
Testy? Show me a lady who's never Testy? Nice to hear life is challenging. A good medical knowledge can be gleaned from a mother who was District Nurse and subsequently watching medical dramas. Nice to hear you got the prescription right.
Windhoek Lager, you can't beat it. Melanoma. Been there, done that. When confirmed the consultant took it out under local anasthetic. I'm out tonight in the minibus taking the Youth Club to the Theatre. What's best Youth Club orYoung Baboons?
Cheers,
Richard