Wednesday, 9 February 2011

Housekeeping (Part 1)

Since I don't have a car yet (container packed with a car and our stuff has yet to leave the UK), I am pretty much housebound so I thought writing on this very exciting subject would be appropriate.

We still haven't got a washing machine. After running out of clean pants (actually, just before that), I decided to call on Juliet's help again to hand wash a bit of laundry. She asked me to buy a special laundry soap (a blue bar measuring about 50 cm so delicately scented), which is what most people use in Zim, and I showed her my very precious pack of imported non-bio Fairy powder. Laundry powder is expensive here and not good quality, so I was very proud to stick one of those in our hold luggage when we came for our 'recci' visit in October. No washing lines could be found anywhere, so we put the lot to dry on our wired fence. Job done.

Now, apparently in Zimbabwe, some little bugs lay their eggs on fresh laundry and you are at risk for those to gently nest into your skin and develop into beautiful worms. Obviously you don't realise you are hosting one until a little worm comes out of your skin and says hello. For that reason, every single item has to be ironed here. I decided to start the task using the ironing board that Ben had by miracle found, and subsequently bought, by the side of the road. Not such a good idea after all. I have a cramp in my wrist after just three knickers and four socks (the board is bending) and the cover is full of holes (it doesn't take the heat). I put a towel on top and carry on anyway only to realise that our t-shirt have gone shapeless, my Egyptian cotton towels look like they're coming out of Primark, the whole lot smells of cheap soap and a third of my precious powder has disappeared from the box. Juliet's hard work has paid off in making sure everything is spotlessly clean but that's not been very cost effective!

Ben's now in the process of buying a washing machine. And what a surprise, they are very expensive here. Whilst shopping around, he thought second hand would be a great option. He promised me that the one he saw looked fine, not too dirty or dated (I asked about yellowed plastic as a sign) and was even a branded one for a mere $150! So here comes the washing machine... and what appears to come straight out of the 70's (with this delicious brown finish). How cool, a 40 year old machine, can't wait to see how that works! In order for it to work, it needs a hot pipe to be fitted i.e. a day's plumbing work. Should I be sad that it is not working after all? Our hunt for the best buy washing machine is ongoing.


  1. Zoomzoomzim is a very entertaining Blog...besides the fact that it keeps record of your daily life in Zim!
    Well at least it sounds like lot of fun there even though we all hold our breath until the next episode of your nice husband running after the best buy washin machine!!!
    Love you and pray that you'll make it soon. I hope that the kids are well.
    Que le Seigneur vous garde tous les4!

    Bisous from Lyon


    ps: l'histoire des vers est proprement répugnante! hahahaha!!!

  2. ahhh les bonnes vielles "mango flies" - on vous comprend... Et moi je trouve que le marron est une tres bonne couleur, qu'est-ce que tu racontes? vous etes sans doute le household le plus cool de Hahare! en esperant que votre container parte tres vite de Londres...
    Gros bisous a tous les 4 xx
    S & D

  3. Veronique - such talent as a writer! Funny, insightful, full of local colour (even if it is brown) - better than Marcel Proust any day (but then I never made it past Swann's Way). It's lovely to hear your news as we miss you in Kingston. The Big Breakfast went ahead without you and was great - there are pics on the website. Lovisa eventually gave birth to Victor, but hopefully you've heard that already. I've put your blog address on the news sheet in the belief that you should build up your fanbase.
    Love from us all
    Simon, Heather & Pippa