Traditionally new year is the time for resolutions to lose weight, do more exercise, spend more wisely, blady, blady blah. Not me......
2011 is the year I have promised myself I will finally get to grips with the washing machine and other domestic appliances that currently thwart me. I have always fought against the stereotypical presumption that the kitchen is a woman's natural habitat, but even I recognise that not knowing one end of the washing machine to the other might be taking things a bit too far.
I do try. Every so often I come over all domesticated and vow to myself that I will see a wash through from laundry basket to airing cupboard. The trouble is it's just so complicated - the powder can defeat me before I even start. In the drum or the top and if in the top, which of the three slots? The last time I tried I managed to shrink my favourite cashmere jumper so the only person it had any hope of going near was a very small five year old.
I've come to the conclusion that I must have been born missing a vital gene when it comes to domesticity. I'm not a stupid person, I've held down stressful, high powered jobs, but put me in front of white goods and I'm flummoxed.
That became all too evident when the last new washing machine arrived and the fitter asked me to put it on to test it. He was open-mouthed in disbelief when I had to phone a friend to find out what to do.....
This is the year I'll also stop getting lost or losing my car in car parks - without resorting to having to buy a sat nav. Anyway sat nav wouldn't have helped when I managed to lose my bright orange Mini in an Oxford park and ride car park. How I got on the wrong bus and ended up in Cowley I still have no idea. Thankfully the friend I was with realised before we'd called the police to report my car as stolen.
I'm not quite sure how I'm going to achieve any of this but I'm determined to give it a go.
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