An update:
The house still smells like roast beef
Harry did it again to the meatloaf tonight but I discovered it before things got too bad (still burnt, though).
While out with my Mum today, Christopher Robin commented that he and Harry had put a wash on, but hadn’t yet set it off and that he would remember to “press start” when we got back home. It being 9:30 in the morning, I responded to this with “was that a dream you had, darling?” Christopher Robin assured me that this was no dream, he and his brother had quietly achieved it whilst I was breastfeeding Annie that morning and that “Harry put too much powder in”. I made a mental note to try to fix the situation when I got home, gently admonished Christopher Robin for putting a wash on without Mummy (“Harry started it.”) and got on with my day.
Later this afternoon, whilst preparing dinner (the ill-fated meatloaf) it struck me that I could hear the washing machine running. True to his word, Christopher had turned on the washing machine. Just as he said, Harry had indeed put too much powder in, on and around the machine – almost the entire box, scoop by wobbly scoop (it has always been their favourite part of the process). There were a few items of clothing in there, too, but I think the powder proved to be more fun.
Just so you know yesterday wasn’t a one-off…
