There's an N-word in there   

There is...

The BBC themselves wouldn't play that track for years.

The Bad Word was there, so it kept the track off the air....

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The spoiler contains a representation of a spider.

But I thought it would probably be nicer if I put it in a spoiler, anyway.

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Very soon, with luck, the washing machine is going to finish it's cycle.

And there will be no soggy lump of tangled clothes plastered to one side of the... what do you call it? The bucket, the bin, the canister, the...?

That bit where you put the clothes in... I know there's a name for it, but I come up blank trying to remember it, ha ha.

The washing machine likes to overload, to punish me.

For instance, I said I'd do a load of washing tomorrow, then changed my mind and put one in, tonight.

Sure enough, clunka-clunka-clunk... It's thrown the load to one side.

I fixed that up and threatened it with one of my long and rambling cockatoo stories, if it did it again, so here's hoping...

The things I do at the wrong end of a long day... getting into a battle of wills with whitegoods.

I'd say a battle of wits, but the washing machine would scoff and say "but my opponent is unarmed!", ha ha.

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And there will be no soggy lump of tangled clothes plastered to one side of the... what do you call it? The bucket, the bin, the canister, the...?

That bit where you put the clothes in... I know there's a name for it, but I come up blank trying to remember it, ha ha.

The drum, Ecar.   It's called the drum.   

If it's thrown the load to one side, you may have put in too small a load?

No, no, Stawks, The Drum is a chatty current affairs/talk show on the ABC in the evenings.

There's a difference between taking the time to load the washing machine evenly, and stuffing whatever comes to hand into it, while keeping an ear out for the smoke alarm, in the kitchen...

I can multitask...! ha ha.

If, in home economics, in high school, I'd learnt something other than how to ice a cake, or lay a table for a formal dinner party...

Now, I'm sure those skills would have served me well later on in my adult life, but I can't help thinking that "clean the lint filter...", and "If there's a powder tray, it'll be on the front of the machine, and it'll look like a small pull out tray (so then you won't wash clothing, for the next few years, without powder because there's nowhere to put it...).

A couple of the little fiddly details that you might actually encounter in real life...

I know, I know, "That's what mums are for" - telling you these things, but that's not always how life is.

You've moved out of home, and you've encountered an utterly unfamiliar washing machine.

Should you call Mum? Back in those days the nearest telephone was a good five minute walk away.

Should you try and figure it out for yourself? Well, you might as well, you're supposed to be a "capable adult" now, anyway...

Ah, you know how it goes - rant, rant, ramble, ramble, stuff they should have taught me at school... and the old favourite - where's the sense in teaching boys that "housework" is effeminate if they're only going to have to do it for themselves when they're older?

Anyway, I'll hand the soapbox on to someone else, now, ha ha.

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Two shoes will fit neatly in a shoe box.

One shoe may have to point one way, and the other shoe the other way.

But they'll fit, even though some wiggling may be required...

During the day, when Takeaway is at least nominally sleeping in her house, she lets the little one out of her pouch.

Comfort strikes me as the most likely reason, ha ha.

Her day then starts with the ritual of wriggling and squeezing the little one back into the pouch.

Something that can still be happening as she makes her way to breakfast, ha ha.

We're at the "two shoes in the shoe box" stage...

Everything still fits fairly neatly.

Fairly... ha ha.

As the little one grows, I expect to be treated to the sight of a little tail dangling out of Mum's pouch.

And later, possibly the odd limb. It's a strange sight, ha ha.

There'll be more and more frantic wiggling, nudging and licking as she tries to keep the little one in place.

Then one day the little one will be introduced to the world...

And for about two weeks after that, half it's energy will go into trying to get back into the pouch, whether or not that's what Mum wants...ha ha.

She's going to be so glad when it reaches that age where it decides that the world is an interesting place, worthy of exploring, and off it goes.

Only then can she have a break, ha ha.

And if you really, really, really need, at this point, to sing in your best Frank Sinatra voice "Three shoes in a shoebox... Each one seeking a foot to fit...", I won't complain, ha ha.

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