Chapter 255 - Washing
I don't usually post again so soon. In yesterday's I forgot to mention a couple of things and she just called me on the CB; she needed help.
Sitting in my dungeon on this cold morning with the door shut I would not have been able to hear her call for help from next door in the laundry. After hanging some of her clothes on hangers her left leg suddenly cramped so she needed help to take the clothes from her hands so that she could return to the chair she keeps in the laundry. I took the clothes and hung them in her side of the wardrobe in our bedroom. I had already taken the dirty clothes basket out to the laundry for she had decided washing needed to be done. She usually washes on Fridays although I suspect our generation remain programmed to believe that Mondays are the days to perform such religious duties. I never volunteer to do the washing; it's important (I believe) for her to still have control over these mundane chores, although more often than not I hang the clothes on the line(she has difficulty raising her arms so high), usually forgetting to bring it in before the rain or evening falls. Neither of us irons clothes any more, fortunately for us the modern generation don't seem to bother either, but then I don't look too closely. She sits somewhere to fold down the towels & the like (including my undies and socks, although some time ago I through out my menagerie of socks & bought 21 pairs of black socks, all the same type, so that sock matching - a great waste of time - is not required), and hangs whatever is appropriate on hangers.
Several weeks ago her bidet seat broke where a crack had developed on the underside of the seat. After some difficulty I found a glue suitable for the type of plastic and although a reasonable repair I realised that such was not a permanent fix. Some problem with the supplier up in Cane Toad State not wishing to supply me with the parts as he only wanted to sell to a licensed electrician. By searching the cloud I was cunningly able to locate an outlet in Big Smoke for a different re-badged brand for what was actually the same bidet; and for less than half the price and delivered the next day! Took me half an hour to fit the replacement seat (it has seat heating & occupant detection built in so involves some cable connections). I sent the bloke up north an email telling him of my success, sod him! I suspect people think that having a bidet is a form of quirky luxury, but they must try to complete their toiletry with their hand sinister rather than their hand dexter, unless of course they are predisposed in that direction or are ambidextrous. Especially for a woman, a less than well designed machine in some areas, prone to UTI's.
We find that her needs cycle over several months. For instance like suddenly needing the commode again for a few nights, although I think I can return it to its hiding place in the other bathroom ( the one to which I am relegated). For the last few nights she has needed her wheat/rice bags heated in the microwave for application to her back or shoulders to relieve pain, although perhaps it's a bit chilly to apply the Ice Gel.
Sitting in my dungeon on this cold morning with the door shut I would not have been able to hear her call for help from next door in the laundry. After hanging some of her clothes on hangers her left leg suddenly cramped so she needed help to take the clothes from her hands so that she could return to the chair she keeps in the laundry. I took the clothes and hung them in her side of the wardrobe in our bedroom. I had already taken the dirty clothes basket out to the laundry for she had decided washing needed to be done. She usually washes on Fridays although I suspect our generation remain programmed to believe that Mondays are the days to perform such religious duties. I never volunteer to do the washing; it's important (I believe) for her to still have control over these mundane chores, although more often than not I hang the clothes on the line(she has difficulty raising her arms so high), usually forgetting to bring it in before the rain or evening falls. Neither of us irons clothes any more, fortunately for us the modern generation don't seem to bother either, but then I don't look too closely. She sits somewhere to fold down the towels & the like (including my undies and socks, although some time ago I through out my menagerie of socks & bought 21 pairs of black socks, all the same type, so that sock matching - a great waste of time - is not required), and hangs whatever is appropriate on hangers.
Several weeks ago her bidet seat broke where a crack had developed on the underside of the seat. After some difficulty I found a glue suitable for the type of plastic and although a reasonable repair I realised that such was not a permanent fix. Some problem with the supplier up in Cane Toad State not wishing to supply me with the parts as he only wanted to sell to a licensed electrician. By searching the cloud I was cunningly able to locate an outlet in Big Smoke for a different re-badged brand for what was actually the same bidet; and for less than half the price and delivered the next day! Took me half an hour to fit the replacement seat (it has seat heating & occupant detection built in so involves some cable connections). I sent the bloke up north an email telling him of my success, sod him! I suspect people think that having a bidet is a form of quirky luxury, but they must try to complete their toiletry with their hand sinister rather than their hand dexter, unless of course they are predisposed in that direction or are ambidextrous. Especially for a woman, a less than well designed machine in some areas, prone to UTI's.
We find that her needs cycle over several months. For instance like suddenly needing the commode again for a few nights, although I think I can return it to its hiding place in the other bathroom ( the one to which I am relegated). For the last few nights she has needed her wheat/rice bags heated in the microwave for application to her back or shoulders to relieve pain, although perhaps it's a bit chilly to apply the Ice Gel.
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