The washer dryer in our house gets used daily, and for a long time we managed with a single unit which seemed to outlast everything. Then, at the time our kitchen was refitted (2013 according to the pictures) we replaced it with a unit that was perennially unreliable. That went in 2016, and now the replacement for that’s dead. Like, completely useless, because it no longer primarily relies on mechanical methods to operate.
Technology is both a blessing and a curse. The electronics on board the unit are fried, thanks to the power surge yesterday. To repair it would cost more than currently it would cost to totally replace, and here we are, in a world where consumerism becomes the only alternative if you want quick and easy. Fortunately for us, there’s a laundrette across the road. We’ll live, and I’ll hand-wash my RED shirt for a few days.
Honestly, this is stuff you really don’t need or want.
Today now also involves a complex set of ‘daughter needs to be at X whilst son home from Uni needs to be at Y’ within a timeframe which was previously impossible to complete. It’s a measure of how far I’ve come as a cognitive adult in the last twelve months that a situation which would previously reduce me to tears is now problem-solved without issue. Watching all those YouTube videos can make you smart, kids.
It is also the reminder that some days, I really am completely on my own. If truth be told, this isn’t actually a problem: once upon a time, I thought it was. Over the years, the issue hasn’t been lack of people that I’ve met locally to be social with, or the quality of relationships. It’s all been me. Now that’s getting sorted out, there’s some good relationships being developed, but that’s not going to help me now.
Sometimes, it is just up to you to be a grown up.
‘Look at all the White People who might win an Award’ season has begun again. No, really, do not care anymore. I’m sure they’re all lovely people, but if I were an actor right now I’d not turn up. Really, it’s fucking embarrassing. The most depressing thing of all, of course, are those people who think that you shouldn’t say anything about this and that celebrating art should stay that way to respect the people nominated.
White people winning awards voted on by predominantly white people is not representative of the Modern World. This has never been accurate, only divisive and dangerous. Sorry feminists, I get the point we’re supposed to be pushing for equality here, but it isn’t just men and women, it IS everybody that deserves a seat on the table, and they have done for many, MANY years.
Really, I’m done with this shit.