Doing the washing
For me, doing the washing is a nothing chore (yes, I admit it, most of the time my husband does it anyway). Still, into the machine, turn the dial, then into the dryer and turn the dial – it’s not exactly challenging. Unlike in my mother’s day, when washing day was a huge drama.
When she was first married she and Dad lived above a shop and hung the washing out on top of the veranda, and in their first flat she had to boil the copper to do the washing. Of course, we wash clothing, bedding etc far more regularly than they did, and taking the rugs out to hang them over the line and beat them in unheard of. What are your memories of wash day?