Today was the day to collect our laundry which was being given a service wash at the local launderette, as explained yesterday.

The “window” for collection was between 1 and 3 pm and as Tigger had an online team meeting for her work at that time, I volunteered to go alone, brave little soldier that I am.

The temperature now being in the mid-20s (°C), I decided to take the bus both ways. On the way down, I miscalculated and went a stop too far. Ho, hum, never mind, a short walk corrected the error. The real problem, unbeknownst to me at this point, would be the return journey…

At the launderette, they had not managed to pack the laundry as well as Tigger had done (Tigger has a real talent for packing) so, in addition to the trolley, there was a large and heavy plastic bag. This was too big too carry with one hand. Happily, I managed to attach it to the trolley with elastic bungee straps. The result was heavy and a little unwieldy but I could manage it.

Carefully crossing the road, I confidently made for the bus stop… only to find it closed! (The excuse was “Emergency works” of which there was no sign.) So I set out resolutely on foot for the next stop… only to see the bus sail past me when I was just a few yards away from it!

As there was only one more stop to go, it didn’t seem worth wasting time waiting for the next bus. I set out on foot once more…

St John Street slopes gently upward, a fact that you probably don’t notice unless you are dragging a heavy trolley in hot sunlight. At least no more buses overtook me, justifying my decision not to wait.

I arrived at home at last, heaving the trolley up the three steps to the front door.

Tigger made me tea and lunch which I am consuming while enjoying a cooling breeze from my desk fan.

All we have to do now is sort out the laundry and put it away…