Monday is Washday

Misery remembers when he was a child, and Monday was the weekly washday.  Whilst it is still Sunday in New York, Pooh is already snoozing on Monday in England.  Misery remembered that he used to help his mother load the clothes into the boiler every Monday for a stew, and chuck in a blue Oxo cube for the whites. He particularly enjoyed stirring the broth with the dedicated laundry stirrer stick, and helping put the wet clothes through the Acme mangle before hanging the clothes on the line in the yard. Luckily, she bought a modern top loader with an integrated stirrer and mangle, and a spin dryer that looked like a peddle bin, so he soon forgot the skills of washing. Distant memories taken over by technological advances in laundry.

Nowadays, technology has advanced even more, and Misery now has a magic laundry basket where he puts his clothes, sits back in the armchair and waits for a few days for the shirts to arrive on hangers in the wardrobe, and the socks to reappear in neat balls, all rolled up in the sock drawer.

New York does not have such advanced technology, and the Hotel wanted to charge $1.50 per sock and $9 for a shirt.  Misery had spotted new socks at $1 each at the Saturday flea market on 6th Avenue and as he had enough to last until the following Saturday, then that would be the best option for the socks.......buy new ones, and take the lot home to the magic box.

Hermann said that Misery could go back to basics with the shirts as there were two sinks in the bathroom, natural soap which would be good for woollens, and some conditioner in a yellow toothpaste tube. Misery agreed, although he was not sure in which sink to place the conditioner. Hermann forgot to mention the ironing.

The first sink was set up for the pre-soak and wash with natural soap. The second for the rinse, but the hot air drier seemed a bit tedious, so tthey decided upon the drip dry option over the bath whilst they went out across the street for an American hopped IPA in Bill's Bar at $9 per 1/2 pint

Luckily misery still has enough clean shirts to last another week, so plenty of time to dry the shirts.

The problem is, who will iron them?

 Hermann said he could not help as he already had a pressing engagement, but he could not bear to watch Misery try his skills at ironing, especially as he was concentrating on the putting in straight lines, Luckilly he was not

watching TV at the same time like Pooh does at home.

Misery was pressed for cash, having paid $9 per half pint bottle of rather nice IPA, but found a lickher store just next door where he could get three bottles for the price of one in a bar. He could mutitask and iron the shirts whilst drinking a beer.  However, Hermann was worried in case Misery might lickhim too.