Monday, 25 November 2019

washing

Monday, 25th.
Make coffee, the shower was taken last night.
So clean today, despite a lack of refreshing
water, The cat is about, purring. Then
she starts to lick the leather of the shoes, maybe
there is salt, maybe sweat.
Her tongue makes
a loud rasping noise on the leather, she seems
quite engrossed in what she is doing.
She likes to lick worn shoes.
The son stops to watch, he finds this amusing
In the bathroom, there is the washing machine
It is full of clothes, wet, all washed. Because
the attic is unlit, it was not possible to hang
the clothes there last night, so wait untill
first light at seven in the morning.
Take the grey box, plastic container, and
empty the few unwashed clothes out of it.
Fill the plastic box with the spin dried
clothes, all damp, and take them upstairs.
The small windows in the attic let
in a dim light, enough to see the washing
lines by. Throw over the clothing, just thr0w
it over the lines, no clothes pegs, there is no
wind up here. The damp clothing
-- smells of
conditioner not a really pleasant scent.
When the hanging is over, hurry out,
down the stairs, rush to the car, go to work.

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