Monday 17 August 2009

Holiday in Norfolk - Day 3, Part 1

After another 8am alarm call (mother this time, not father) I went downstairs in search of breakfast. I found my mother in the middle of the kitchen, the floor awash whilst she swatted at it with a mop. I was about to take issue with her unorthodox and ineffective floor cleaning methods when it transpired that the washing machine had been subject to some variety of mechanical failure and the inundation was caused by water leaking from the door.

We mopped up the water and finally the floor was dried - having used half a roll of paper towels to finish the job. At this point my mother and grandmother decided to get the washing out of the machine. They opened the door and water cascaded out all over the newley dried floor.

So we started all over again.