I did my washing today, oops sorry, I should probably conform to American parlance and say 'laundry'.It was a slightly nerve-wracking experience. You know that feeling when you put your most expensive clothes in a machine and just really don't what to expect? See I have turned some of my whites pink before so I wasn't holding any high hopes. But the problem is, I only have a limited set of clothes with me (most are being shipped by sea) so I can't afford to wreak what I've got.As it turned out everything came out fine, but there was brief moment when I pulled them out, thought I saw a hint of pink and almost died.Interestingly, most of the apartments here don't have washing machines included. Instead there's a shared laundry room in the basement. This is something I always kind of knew, from watching shows like FRIENDS, but just never realised until now.Then there was the issue of where to hang my clothes. While this apartment is uber-cool, it came sans drying rack. So drawing upon all my MacGyver knowledge I looked around to see what I could recruit into to making one.At the back of the closet were 2 electrical extension leads...
They look a little different to the ones back home and in London, but really who cares, it was the cord I was after...
So I strung the electrical cord between 2 chairs, giving me 4 lines to hang stuff on...
And voila!...
They look a little different to the ones back home and in London, but really who cares, it was the cord I was after...
So I strung the electrical cord between 2 chairs, giving me 4 lines to hang stuff on...
And voila!...
