11/11/25 You Don't Want To Know What Grows In The Washing Machine.

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 Well, working certainly put a stop to my gallivanting, didn't it?  I spent two days clearing rust from my brain while Roger continued his back improvement program of alternating walks, pottering, and rest.  Outside my window Fremantle turned on perfect weather: brilliant sunshine and a light, cool breeze.

The local IGA delivered handsomely in the poducts-specific-to-Western-Australia category.

Spearmint milk?!  I tried it.  Not rushing out any time soon to grab the 2L bottle.

If Qld had Ginger Ale and South Australia had Sno Drop then Western Australia had Kobe Beer...

Tastes unique to Western Australia and likely to stay that way.

At least I could rely on a good old fashioned ice cream sundae to be the same regardless of the State I'm in.

Food wasn't the only excitement in my mundane back-to-work world.  I got all excited about having a washing machine in the little laundry building out the back of our flat, and nipped out there bright and early in the morning to get the washing done before the cleaners turned up and monopolised the machine with sheets.

The washing machine came with big yellow sticker on the lid: 'Please clean lint filter after washing load.'

Well, I'm nothing if not obedient so after I took my freshly washed clothes out of the machine I set out to clean the lint filter...

... and delivered a mould baby* fit to star in a horror movie.

I can't describe the grotesqueness of the creature that had incubated in the lint filter, nor the tendrils of mould that lovingly encased the inner workings of the central agitator column.  Once all the spluttering, holding of breath, and compulsive hand washing was over I hung my washing out on an airer in the middle of the car park for Fremantle's bright sunshine and high UV to do its job.  I was willing to risk public appraisal and/or theft of all my undies in order to burn those little mould spores into oblivion.

There were no photos.  You do not grant life to the monster by taking its picture.

Instead, I'll finish with Fremantle's bright sunshine on bouganvillea;


grass trees in wildlife corridoors;


and a window that took my fancy.



*A mould baby was definitely killed in the making of this movie.

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