For the third time today I’ve forgotten my laundry. Well, I’ve not forgotten it at the moment, but I suspect now I need to fetch it in 2 hours, I’ll forget about it again. I saw it this morning when I got up and shot out the door to get the money for the delivery of the bike frame; I thought ‘I need to put that in to wash’. This being especially important because I’ve not got any clean uniforms apart from “the dress”.
So, I saw it. Thought it. Forgot about it. Then I saw it later, when I nipped to the loo. I thought “Ack, I’ve forgotten about it. I’ll just finish doing whatever it was I was doing and I’ll wash it. I thought that. Then I forgot about it. I hope what I was doing was important. Finally, I went to the loo (guess where the laundry lives…) and thought “Ack! Bloody laundry. I’ll do it now“. Took it out and put it in to wash.
It’s now nearly 5pm, and in the intervening 4ish hours I’ve written nearly 1000 words of essay (short essays are hard, sometimes, because knowing what to exclude is… difficult. Incidentally, I’m thinking I’ve failed IP3. Seriously scared I’ve failed it. Gah. Fucking thing); I’ve been repeatedly debating going to look at the video camera from the shop that’s closing, I’ve read various websites as a break, I’ve drunk coffee and water. Only now do I remember that outside, at about freezing, my washing is sat in the washing machine not magically drying itself.
There’s a faint hope I might remember that my uniforms are in the tumble drier now. It’s so cold out there that the simple process of transferring that which is tumble-dry-able to the tumbledrier, and that which is not to the radiators left my hands hurting from the cold. So if I don’t remember I’ll be in for an unpleasant dress wearing morning. Perhaps that’s incentive enough. Although the look of shock from other staff is quite fun, but it’ll stop happening if I wear “the dress” too often.
I’m also resisting the urge to go to B&Q and look at paint. I’m resisting it… at the moment.
