“Done daily?” boomed Ella.
“Done daily?” quavered Dimity.
“The man must be mental,” said Ella forthrightly, “if he thinks he’s going to get his washing done daily, in Thrush Green too. What’s wrong with once a week, like any other Christian?”
~ Miss Read in Winter in Thrush Green
I’m listening to Miss Read’s book. This exchange was so delicious I listened to it six or seven times. The whole book has so many clever turns of phrases that I will either 1) listen to it once more with a journal close by or 2) get it from a library and copy sections into my journal or 3) order it from PaperBackSwap and highlight all the tasty morsels.
Do you do laundry daily? (Which is a silly question if you have young children.)
We do at our house, “we” being my husband, the Laundry Czar. He and I hold different doctrines on the desired frequency of this task. (He also starts the dishwasher when it is 3/4 full.) What can I say about a man who loves doing laundry loves having the laudry done? When he gets up in the middle of the night, he’ll put the load from the washer into the dryer. And start a new one, if one is available. We all fold clothes together in the morning and put them away.
I read this quote to him, and clearly taking Ella’s position. “This is too rich,” I crowed. “I must put it on my blog.”
“Just be sure to mention that I am ALL for the man,” was his cheerful reply.