Hello fatties. So today I went to do my laundry. Big job. Today I had to confront my deep seated fear of the washing machine. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I have never operated a washing machine before. I think it's because in life, I've only ever been flung to the extremes of washingmanship. At Rishi Valley, we hand-washed our clothes and when I went back to Dubai, there was always someone who did my laundry. I've sorta missed out the middle existence. At NID, I absolutely REFUSE to use the washing machines. Waylon once washed his sneakers in them. Need I say more? And why bother with all those buttons when Anju-ben does my laundry @1 Re/item.

So today, my first hurdle was to locate 10 dollars in coins. I went to like four shops to find change. 3$/wash, I washed whites and darks and also had a pile of 'heavy duty' so thats 9$. 1$ to dry for 12 mins. running it twice was good to have everything nice and toasty.

I was quite intimdated by all the knobs and switches, but when I actually looked at them, they were painfully simple, and I scoffed at the me of two minutes ago.

So here are pics of
- The laundry
- Catching up on kylie minogue's new found happiness while the socks dry
- The 70's style driers.
- Folding things in warm neat little piles
- Eating skittles while I wait. Here I was confronted with another new piece of tech. The candy-machine. The things First Worlders take for granted.I had to fiddle with a bit to figure out how my money went in, whether I was expected to hold the packet still while the skittle slid out (only after I open the machine-flap, it turned out), etc etc.

Notice the lost skittles lying beside my feet. *tut tut*