What excites a housewife?

I once said to my Mum when I was in my late teens/ early twenties, “If you catch me in a garden centre on a Sunday browsing or using a rolling pin before the age of 40 then shoot me (or at least remind me about life being too short etc).

Of course I have done/ used both, over and over again and I have a few years yet until 40 so no doubt lots more trips to garden centres and lots more uses of the rolling pin. The only time my husband uses it is when he is de-frosting the freezer, which brings me nicely on to my next subject…..

What I did not bank on in my late teens, was how very domesticated I would become. To the extent that, like any modern day housewife since the ’50’s, I get very excited about upgrading domestic appliances and their gadgetry.

We have proudly owned the same fridge/freezer for 13 years. It started off with us as a couple in our tiny shoebox starter home and has since moved 6 times and accommodated the food of our growing family.  But now it is just getting too small, if you let the fridge odour eaters run-out in it then it starts to smell like something has crawled inside it and died, one of the freezer boxes is half snapped off and the milk carton shelf is bolted on to the door because it kept collapsing.

So having made the decision to say goodbye to an appliance that has kept our food fresh since the early years of our relationship, I found myself on the floor of Curry’s exclaiming in public wonderment at the size of a new freezer’s capacious drawers – things had reached a whole new level. A woman in her fifties overheard my excitement and laughed…..pitiful.

My husband and I then spend an hour watching short films about fridges on ao.com. Sad isnt it?

Even sadder, the brand of the fridge matches the dishwasher, completely by coincidence, but that pleases me for some reason.

Aaahh……….I need to do something like…….jump out of a plane, wing-walking, anything…

This blog is for Unicef.

Thanks for reading.

Washer Woman

I was up to 1.30am last night. It was Friday night, so some people were out with friends, some people may have been enjoying some home cinema, some people a prolonged romantic rendezvous, while others were quite sensibly looking at the back of their eyelids.

I was watching online washing machine demonstrations.

I was really living it up. I once said to my Mum, if you catch me at a garden centre or possessing a rolling pin before the age of 40 then shoot me. I am 34, garden centre visits are a ‘treat’, I occasionally use a rolling pin (but mainly to help de-frost the freezer) and I am currently watching women show me round a washing machine on youtube like they are telling me the weather.

But I am desperate (you have probably already established that).

I have a bulging laundry basket, 2 loads that my machine has supposedly ‘washed’ that look dirtier than when they went in and baby boy wet the bed this morning…i have no idea where the nearest launderette is. On holiday I was in the launderette 3 times (not out of choice… baby boy wet his sleeping bag, all three of them immersed their clothes in the sea and I forgot to pack pants).

I just want a machine that works so i dont have to go back to hand-washing and mangling.

In the meantime we are off to enjoy Lee Evans tonight (so will skip a blog post and give £1 to Unicef and will try and remember some of his best lines for a bit of a laugh tomorrow.

This blog is for Unicef.

Thanks for reading.