The walls caved in with a thickening sud

Following on from yesterday’s post (sort of), I woke up this morning with a childhood memory that may amuse you.
This one revolves around washing powder.
Popular brands at the time were Fairy Snow (loved the smell but it made us all itch),
fairy snow omo tide

OMO and Tide.

I like to think I was a helpful child, keeping my room clean and tidy, helping out with the ironing with my own little board and light socket plug in iron, washing and drying up, you know the usual things to earn my pocket money.
So one day I offered to clean the bathroom.

I wasn’t very old, and we were living in the council house, so it was in the early ’60s.
I knew nothing about bleach or other household cleaners, and reached for Mum’s box of Tide and a sponge.

Dad heard my screams and came rushing upstairs.
I was crying and in my panic had broken the lock on the bathroom door and couldn’t get out. Dad suggested pushing the key under the door but I couldn’t do that either, so he had no choice but to get the ladder and come and get me from the outside.
In the meantime, things in the bathroom were getting out of control, the bubbles were cascading up the bath and over the rim on to the floor, and the more I tried to push them away with the sponge, the more frothy they became.
I was sobbing my heart out, crying that the bubbles wouldn’t go away, not realising that the sponge was actually making things worse.

Dad climbed through the window, nearly slipping in the bath in his haste, and took me in his arms until my sobs subsided.
He unlocked the door (I hadn’t broken it after all, it was just a temperamental lock) and carried me downstairs.

It’s a bit of a family joke the day Di’s Tide came in.
I’d used the whole box (a new one at that) as I wanted to do a good job.
This might have been around the time Mum switched to Daz, the one that washed whiter than white.
daz

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to The walls caved in with a thickening sud

  1. Too funny! Sounds a bit like the time I learned that you can’t use the sink dish soap in the dishwasher. Except I was 21 years old and probably should have known better (in my defense, I still think this should work better than it does (wait, that’s not a defense, that’s just being stubborn). Unless, of course, you’re aiming to have a soap bubble party in the kitchen. In which case, it works great!).

    • Ah, soap bubble party. A family hired the village hall next to us and had one of those…….. absolutely ruined the polished floor which was originally used for ballroom dancing (oops).

      • Oh no! Thankfully, our kitchen floor was linoleum – so no harm. Except to my ego. And really, the number of times I have told the story makes up for that a million times over.

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