Hot and Sweaty

We’ve had another night of torrential rain and heavy winds, but as the boat swayed, creaked, pinged and rattled, we weren’t worried.

We were both awake at 6.45 and it was still raining, so Hubby decided to be productive in not just taking the dog for her walk, but also doing the washing.
We had a lot this week, so it was two bags, and I knew that he simply could not manage those and the dog.
I told him to go up and do the washing, and I’d get dressed and walk the dog. This meant that the pair of us would be donning our yellow rain suits and looking like a couple of custard coloured condoms.

We keep in touch by walkie talkie when we separate like this, so Hubby was able to tell me that the tumble dryer was out of commission and did I want him to do the washing anyway.
I said yes, and we’d take it up to the launderette.
By the time I was washed and dressed, it didn’t sound like it was raining any more.
It was still dark outside, so I called him on the radio and suggested that instead of the yellow suit, I wore the black waterproofs instead.
He thought that was a better idea as the yellow perils are a lot heavier.

I decided to wear leggings instead of my thick joggers so that I could tuck them into my boots and put the waterproofs on easily over the top. No problem, and I was soon waddling along the pontoon, a black hooded michellin figure with a black dog (in her designer jacket) and a torch.
Hubby came back on the radio and suggested I took the dog on a slightly different route so that I could check out the other laundry room on the opposite side of the Marina.
If that was OK, then he’d come over in the car with the washing.
This I duly did, but couldn’t get in as the code appeared to be different, so I ended up walking Maggie as normal, keeping him informed as to my whereabouts.
Getting back to our side of the Marina, I reported the tumble dryer wasn’t working to a member of staff who had just arrived, and asked what the codes were for the other side.
Apparently they are the same, but you have to include a letter.

I now know how a turkey feels as it’s basting in the oven.
There was no sign of any rain, and Hubby had already discarded his yellow suit.
I was hot, sticky and sweaty, exactly how I absolutely HATE to be, so I went into the ladies and peeled off my waterproofs.
I was dripping wet, so decided to go back to the boat to change my clothes so that I could put them in the dryer with the rest, and lock everything up securely before we went.

Hubby said he thought I looked pretty good in my leggings and boots. I admit I was secretly pleased as I hadn’t thought of wearing anything like them for years due to my size. I’d had a VERY pleasant surprise last week when I measured my hips for the yellow suit and they were 42 inches. The last time my backside saw a tape measure, it was only just long enough, coming in at 54!
Hubby and I therefore drove over and gained access only to find that the machine took 50p pieces and not pound coins so we ended up going to the launderette anyway.

It was 8am, and they didn’t open until 9, but there were lights on as someone had already arrived to start the service washes.
She asked if she could help so I explained about needing to use a dryer and she said it was OK to come in.
It’s more expensive there, but we got the job done and were back at the boat by 9, had a cup of much needed tea then went into town for breakfast….. 2 bacon and sausage baps and 2 latte coffees, £4 the lot.

Well, I think we deserved it!

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