I realised it's Monday and I'm doing some washing.
My gran always did her washing on a Monday but whereas for me it's a 'stick it in the machine' job for her it took a whole day.
First she'd have to get her water boiler thing - I can't remember what it's called - heated up and then scrub the clothes before rinsing and putting through the mangle in the back yard, and hanging them on the line.
There were five of us living in the house - me, my mum, my grandparents, and my gran's mum - so there would be quite a bit of washing to be done, so the sequence would be repeated a few times.
I hated being ill on a Monday because the back door would be open and the house would be cold and damp and steamy. Which makes it sound as if I were often ill, and I don't think I was. It's just that particular memory sticks with me.
Which reminds me: I'd better go and see if the first lot of washing is done so I can put in the next lot. I don't think it will be going on the line today. It's grey and cold without even a breeze.