Alternate Title: Reason # 237,986 that we hate our landlord.
2nd Alternate Title: Martha Stewart, PLEASE don’t read this.
We have the worst clothes dryer ever. EVER. One of the things that we were looking forward to in this London adventure was having a washer and dryer in our apartment and leaving the days of quarters for laundry far behind. It hasn’t quite gone that well. Here is our dryer…
What’s that, “it’s not a dryer!!” you say? I know it isn’t a dryer. That is the problem.
When we saw our apartment on our house hunting trip, the appliances were still on order. We simply asked if they had ordered a washer or a washer/dryer. We were told a washer/dryer! Even the men who delivered it to us on the day we moved in told us that it was a washer/dryer and then they hightailed it out of there. Later that day, I looked at it more closely and lo and behold it was just a washer. We clarified with the landlord that we had indeed received the correct machinery and it wasn’t a horrible error that they were going to be anxious to correct. She said she was sorry that we got the wrong impression. So we bought what they call an airer over here. That is a better name for it than dryer because I don’t really think it should get to take any credit from the oxygen that is doing all the work.
Basically this comtraption insures that we must constantly be doing laundry. Between the air drying and a washer that takes roughly 3 hours a cycle and holds about as much as a mixing bowl, laundry needs to be done every day to keep it from mounting to the ceiling. This is not how Mike and Andrea do laundry. This is how Mike and Andrea do laundry:
Note how it is mounted to the ceiling. This is embarrassing to show, but heck, so is half the stuff I put on here. We had a Target buggie. It was a gift from the Lord. We found it outside the dumpster at our apartment, took it in, cleaned it and gave it a good home. It became our laundry cart. Fun Fact of the Day: The Child seat of a Target buggie perfectly fits the big jugs of Tide as well as two different flavors of fabric softener, dryer sheets, spray and wash and an assortment of downy balls. Resume story: The laundry room of our apartment was ghetto and weird and a little scary. So we would pick a Friday night for laundry night (usually selection was predicated by Mike’s announcement early in the week that he would very shortly be wearing no underwear to work unless we did something) and on the way home from work, I would stop and get quarters and Mike would stop and get pizza. Then we would spend the evening eating pizza, doing laundry and watching movies. It really was a good system. A little embarrassing that we let it pile up so badly (once we had to use all 8 washers at the same time- I shouldn’t be so proud of that, should I?) But we did always have clean clothes and towels so I guess I am not that bad.
So to sum up. I hate our dryer airer. But I do enjoy not having to get quarters just to get clean towels. I am learning to do a little laundry all the time. But whenever we move back to the states having a real washer and dryer all to myself is one of the few things that is NOT AN OPTION!!