So Red and I have had to adjust to living together in one space. More especially we have had to adjust to how each of us does things and our individual quirks.

Red has a few issues with my cats. “No cats in our bedroom, on the tables and on our clothes” which frankly is completely unreasonable! Just kidding. We now run around after the cats keeping them in check with a green squirty water bottle. The cats, who have previously enjoyed complete run of the roost, look on unamused, although they do seem to relish the attention. Sadistic creatures cats.

It appears I have more than a few domestic issues. When I was a child two of my most loathsome chores was doing dishes and laundry. I now have a dishwasher. Until Red and I moved in together, I used to get the lovely ladies at Brightwash Laundry to do all my laundry. Two issues sorted.

When I moved in with Red, who has washing machine and a tumble dryer, it seemed idiotic to use a laundry service.

Laundry as it turned out, is a major issue with us. And when I say us, I mean me !

Everything has to smell like Staysoft. I hate the sound of washing machines. Worse still dryers, and while we’re at it we can throw in dishwashers. It stems from my childhood days. The washing machine used to be right outside my room. My mother would switch it on everynight at 10-30pm, just as I was falling asleep. She knew it annoyed the hell out of me, and kept me up, but she couldn’t give a damn.

To this day the sound grates me! Like metal gratting on concrete. Red has been very accomodating and has offered to do all the laundry. In return I have to do the shopping. (I think I lucked out. Which girl doesn’t like to shop?) He even wakes up earlier to run the washing machine before I get up. That way I bearly have to hear it and I can throw the laundry in the dryer as I walk out the door to work. Such are my issues with laundry.

Am I the only crazy one out there?