The Flying G String

The challenges of roughing it in the confined space of the glamper van are many, but none so than that of combining the use of the washing machine and the associated responsibilities linked with this ie: getting your smalls dry and attending to your basic beauty regime. Mrs Clarkie (Wandering West Australian) encountered such a problem during her recent morning routine.

Having rolled out of bed at her usual time of “way later than everyone else on the planet and the entire grey nomad community” because she’s on “Clarkie time” (a time associated with another parallel universe where sleeping for 12 hrs is considered normal) she decides that it’s time to put the washing on and ever the multitasker, have a shower as well.

She showers, dresses and loads the washing machine……no sorry, she has a routine and this is the wrong way round. She gently wakes, has a cup of tea in bed bought by the ever attentive Mr Clarkie, ponders her day and slowly rises 2 hrs after most of the park. Washing goes on, she potters (we are supposed to leave at 9.30) tidies the abode. Washing done she hangs the various assortment of underwear around the bathroom. She showers, dresses, dresses again and then dresses again ….it’s a weather thing. Multitasking again she puts on another load of washing and sets up for the blow drying of the recently washed hair and this is where the problem lies.

She commences the task of tarting up her tresses, blow dryer on….this is normally a task accomplished in 10 minutes but the size of the space is limited. All of a sudden a Clarkie minute into the dry, g strings start whizzing past her head like she is in the middle of cyclone, she bangs her arm on the door of the bathroom trying to dry her hair “just like the hairdresser did 3 days ago” we all know that’s an urban myth and never going to happen. The whole process has turned into windstorm with various bits of lace strewn from one end of the bathroom/laundry to the other. Did I say we were supposed to leave at 9.30.

Mr Clarkie, unaware of the storm inside the van calmly settles down to reading the alternative conspiracy ridden news on his iPad as he does everyday while Mrs Clarkie is inside battling the challenges of the day to day glamper. It’s not easy being a modern multitasking woman especially when size is an issue. Did I say we were leaving at 9.30….10 it is then.

The Clarkies

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