have two manual programmes. The first of which is the heavy soil, which T operates admirably.It includes jeans, garden clothes, towels and sheets. I am responsible for the delicates, girly items, underwear and anything that I don't want to be bleached, scrubbed or wrung to death. Before coming to live here, anything requiring hand washing lurked at the bottom of the laundry basket for a period of time, gestating towards annihilation or rejection, until I would risk throwing it in the machine rather than leave it lying there any longer. Initially, I admit, I found hand washing difficult. I had no notion, no desire, no technique. I watched and learned and, gradually I found a rhythm, a system, a liking for the water and the suds, the rinses and the wringing.
It is unlikely that I would feel this way if there was only one programme and I had to wash for three adults and three children, as my sister in law does, but, for the two of us,?
I like it.