I had a stressful laundry experience although my lunch was nice so that made up for it!
A healthy lunch: Sainsbury’s strawberry granola, Sainsbury’s strawberry yoghurt and fresh raspberries from my local fruit stall.
Not really relevant but a photo of how beautiful London was today – Lincoln’s Inn Fields.
So as I’ve mentioned multiple times before, I’ve concluded that I attract catastrophes and in my previous life I must have been something horrific, like a wasp.
Last Wednesday I experienced the traumatic drama of the washing machines (and dryers, they were no exception) in my halls.
I started off well on the phone to my Mum seeking advice all the way from the Household Essentials aisle in Sainsbury’s situated in Central London. It was also rush hour, so it seemed that everyone was after the same products as me! I bought Persil Small & Mighty Non Bio Capsules (no idea what all that means) and some Lenor ‘Spring Awakening’ Softener (which I later found out I couldn’t use anyway).
So when I finally made it to the laundry room in the basement, I was instantly confused by the way in which you pay for your washes. Turns out I needed £20 in cash to buy a card with credit on it… And so back I went to the cash point at Sainsbury’s!
Approximately two hours after setting off with good intentions, I separated my clothes into ‘lights and darks’ and placed them in two washing machines.
Forty minutes later I went back to check on my washing, my lights had been emptied out on top of the machine (my knickers on show to the world, YAY)! And as for my darks, they had stopped half way through and so I needed to put them going again… brilliant.
I (slightly embarrassed) transferred my lights to the dryer (without reading the label) and put it going. Only to realise that I had put it on a hot dry and there was no way of stopping it. I half expected my clothes to turn out teeny tiny after but they were okay.
Once my darks had finally washed there was a massive queue for the machines and the girl behind me was particularly eager. I threw my set on keys and phone on top of the machine (as a statement projected at the girl who took no hint). Shoved all my washing, which was soaking wet, into my laundry bag (which was also on top of the machine) and slammed the door out of stress.
Upon moving my things from the washer to the drier, I managed to push my keys off the back of the machine… goodbye door keys, hello £40 fine.
This obviously made me even angrier, as I had lost a new keyring of myself and Natty from last weekend being tourists in London (I’m sentimental, okay?) – urgh.
So I stomped up to main reception, they laughed. I mean I had just dropped my keys down the back of a washing machine, something no-one had apparently done before. The receptionist (who was very helpful and put up with me almost shouting at her) explained that she’d get maintenance to try and get them, ‘try’ being the important word here.
A little over half-an-hour later, they dropped my key’s up to me and gave me the lecture on “never to do it again else they will be expecting a free meal, for example, dominoes, to say thanks”.
And so that was my first time washing my own clothes, what a drama!
If you have ever had any similar hilarious or stressful experiences then I’d love to know, leave a comment below or tweet me!
C x
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