Have just gone three rounds with a box of washing powder.My daughter asked if I would pop some washing in for her as she needed her black trousers for tomorrow."Yes of course I will,not a problem "I said.How wrong I was!
The fun started when I realised I would have to tackle a large new box of powder stored in the cupboard under the stairs..Problem one ;-
How do I pick it up? Not being able to crouch or kneel I decided on bending from the waist with a slight twist to the right creating a shape similar to a jack- knifed lorry .I wrapped my arms around the box clutched it to my bosom and tottered off into the kitchen.Was feeling quite proud at this point.Hauled it onto the worktop and discovered problem two:-
The dreaded opening instructions.'Pull flap and tear back to the dotted line'.No chance! Looked around for useful implements.Solved the first part of the problem with the help of a pair of grill tongs .Picked up scissors to deal with' dotted line'.They wouldn't cut through.Had no idea cardboard could be so tough.Had to use my dressmaking scissors in a bizarre rocking motion.
Problem three:- The powder was damp and wouldn't leave the box under any circumstances.Solved this by digging into the powder with a large soup serving spoon.If I'd closed my eyes I could have been on the beach.
Just making myself a cup of tea after my washday workout when the phone rang.It was my daughter."Mum, did you remember to put my black trousers in the wash"?
Me "Yes of course I did,no problem"