Washing day in the Apartment
Oh, the joys of apartment living!
What no washing machine in the appartment?
It means a return to......... the Laundromat!
But, not to worry, there is one in the building and its only downstairs in the basement.
We share, with the other residents of our block, a washer, tumble dryer and drying room.
Mind you, its not easy to understand the Austrian washing machine settings in the Waschkuche.
The machine is probably a bit old and there are several dials on the front.
The Korchwasche setting does not rate a dictionary entry but, when you say it out loud, it sounds very, very hot so we reckon thats the shrink and burn setting. Buntwasche sounds a lot friendlier and kinder so we go for that. We most definitely avoid Pflegeieichet as we don't want any spitting on our clothes! On the dryer, Mangelfeucht is, we are certain, a special setting to tangle up and ruin the clothes. Our taste is for Normaltrocken which makes the clothes a nice dry white, perhaps with a touch of acidity!
So, its down to the basement on a regular basis for TW with all the dirty washing.
No big problem you'd think, however.....
Bother, the washers already in use. Can't leave dirty washing down there ...... need to bring it back up and try again later.
Maybe someones already been there before us but gone skiing and left sodden washing in the machine?
That brings the biggest dilemma, to empty it or leave it?
Sorting through someone else's damp smalls isn't a popular task but Jacqui is a desperate and determined woman when it comes to washing. The Ariel must get through and out of the washer come the extremes of European undergarmentry from dental floss thongs to furry long johns. In their place go the good respectable British M & S pants. She is a bit selective on what goes in, a favoured pair of his lucky pants won't be included just in case someone else takes them out. “But we won the cup when I wore those”. And of course, only the best labels get hung in the drying room. “But they won't know who they belong to, they'll think my GEORGE wardrobe is pretty classy”.
“What when they are from Adsa!” she'll sniff.
The drying room is the size of a small lounge crossed with lines. If called upon to assist in the hanging up process its vitally important in, TW's eyes, to peg our stuff away from others. I suppose just in case some foreign body that has survived a Korchwasche will jump across.
Anything that looks like a freshly laundered bath or toilet mat must be subject to a definite exclusion order.
Of course, the ultimate fear is to meet one of the other residents down there. What is German for “they are not mine I'm washing them for a friend” or “crikey, do you really wear those, must be uncomfortable”. I tell TW she really needs to develop some 'smalls talk' for these occasions.
What no washing machine in the appartment?
It means a return to......... the Laundromat!
But, not to worry, there is one in the building and its only downstairs in the basement.
We share, with the other residents of our block, a washer, tumble dryer and drying room.
Mind you, its not easy to understand the Austrian washing machine settings in the Waschkuche.
The machine is probably a bit old and there are several dials on the front.
The Korchwasche setting does not rate a dictionary entry but, when you say it out loud, it sounds very, very hot so we reckon thats the shrink and burn setting. Buntwasche sounds a lot friendlier and kinder so we go for that. We most definitely avoid Pflegeieichet as we don't want any spitting on our clothes! On the dryer, Mangelfeucht is, we are certain, a special setting to tangle up and ruin the clothes. Our taste is for Normaltrocken which makes the clothes a nice dry white, perhaps with a touch of acidity!
So, its down to the basement on a regular basis for TW with all the dirty washing.
No big problem you'd think, however.....
Bother, the washers already in use. Can't leave dirty washing down there ...... need to bring it back up and try again later.
Maybe someones already been there before us but gone skiing and left sodden washing in the machine?
That brings the biggest dilemma, to empty it or leave it?
Sorting through someone else's damp smalls isn't a popular task but Jacqui is a desperate and determined woman when it comes to washing. The Ariel must get through and out of the washer come the extremes of European undergarmentry from dental floss thongs to furry long johns. In their place go the good respectable British M & S pants. She is a bit selective on what goes in, a favoured pair of his lucky pants won't be included just in case someone else takes them out. “But we won the cup when I wore those”. And of course, only the best labels get hung in the drying room. “But they won't know who they belong to, they'll think my GEORGE wardrobe is pretty classy”.
“What when they are from Adsa!” she'll sniff.
The drying room is the size of a small lounge crossed with lines. If called upon to assist in the hanging up process its vitally important in, TW's eyes, to peg our stuff away from others. I suppose just in case some foreign body that has survived a Korchwasche will jump across.
Anything that looks like a freshly laundered bath or toilet mat must be subject to a definite exclusion order.
Of course, the ultimate fear is to meet one of the other residents down there. What is German for “they are not mine I'm washing them for a friend” or “crikey, do you really wear those, must be uncomfortable”. I tell TW she really needs to develop some 'smalls talk' for these occasions.
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