At 3 pm today (after making sure everyone was well fed) (personally making grilled/toasted ham and cheese sandwiches) we finally pulled out of the driveway in search of a laundromat. We found one two minutes away, so they walked back home, and I met the locals.
I approached the two ladies doing their laundry.
"Excuse me, but could you help me?" I asked.
"I'm from Canada..."
"Sorry mum, can't help you with that ..."
"and I wonder if you can show me how to use these machines..."
I got all the bedding washed and dried in an hour, so I drove back home to pick up the boys.
We drove into Leamington Spa just as the stores were all closing at 5, and looked around for something to eat because they were hungry again.
We saw the 6 pm show of Toy Story 3 in 3D then went out to eat again.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Answered prayer. Again. (As the kids were walking home from the laundrette, a woman stopped them and asked if any of them had lost their passport and wallet. Turns out that yes, one of them had. She told that particular child where he could find it.)
2. Only three more days and I will have someone to talk to. If a woman speaks an average of 16,000 words a day, I've got alot of catching up to do.
3. I am so very thankful that Andrew is along with us on this trip. He whistles. And is happy.
4. I'm thankful that we're spending the weekend in London.
5. And I'm thankful that there is a laundrette so close. The underwear I washed 3 days ago and hung on the line, then in the garage, then in my bathroom IS STILL DAMP. How do people survive in this climate without a dryer?