If you’re a regular here, you’ll know all about the Lionheart’s bubble-love romance with the washing machine. “You spin me right round, baby, right round!” It’s one of the Trav’s quirky autistic traits – an obsession with spinning. He loves the repetition. Round and around and around…
Aah, washing machine, last week you spun your last spin cycle. Your steady whump-whump-whump no longer thrums through our kitchen. Not even Soapy the Labrador was as faithful a playmate to our Travis as your nine-minute spin dry cycle.
Remember the year I watched too many episodes of Cake Boss, and plastered together a hastily-made sponge cake with plastic icing and food colouring? I wanted to celebrate my eccentric kiddo’s third birthday with a washing machine-shaped cake, with floaty soap suds and buttons made out of Smarties. What I ended up with was a lopsided rectangle with crusty cream cheese icing (because take #1 of this masterpiece was supposed to be a carrot cake). One friend innocently enquired: “Uh, is that shaped like a toilet?”
Over the years, readers have asked: “Gee! How much washing DO you do in your home?” The truth is: just the usual. The whole time Travis had the washing machine spinning, he was pressing the spin dry button again and again and again. The drum was empty most of the time. Those ball bearings were bound to give in sooner or later.
Bit of a parenting fail in the over-indulgent department there.
Unfortunately, being a top-loader, Travis no longer has a porthole to watch his ‘soapies’. Which is not the end of the world, I suppose. But sometimes you have to be practical.
So this is the end, my spinning friend.
In the Lionheart household, our washing machine was more than an appliance. For Travis it was a novelty, a babysitter, a familiar face, a comforting hug…
Now its final resting place will most likely be in the courtyard outside our kitchen door – where I intend to let my sons vandalise it with Koki pens and stick-ons. And it wouldn’t hurt their future marriages if our now-defunct washing machine inspired the occasional game of make-believe ‘let’s do the laundry’!