The Wrong Kind of Balls.

For a man who spends his working life dealing with timetables, Robbie's record of keeping to any kind of timetable in his private life is dismal. Yesterday he rang me at work to announce that he was still at work and wouldn't be back until 9.30pm, and he needed a lift. I couldn't express my annoyance adequately because I was at work, but he got the general impression.

When he finally got home, I expected him to be tired and just a little bit sorry for messing up our evening routine. Instead he appeared in the doorway of the lounge, hands on hips complaining that I had not discussed an important purchase with him. He complained that I had bought the wrong kind of tumble dryer balls, because the last ones eventually cracked. I told him that the previous ones had lasted for almost 3 years, not bad for 99p! He was not convinced and he said that he wants nothing to do with the new balls because they are the wrong brand. Oh well, he has two choices, he can either put up with it or manage without any balls!

A Bit of Trouble With The Balls 15.06.07

A couple of months ago I purchased some tumble dryer balls. They were recommended on a couple of sites I look at and as they are greener and cheaper (long term) than fabric softeners I thought I would give them a try. They work brilliantly, except for one thing - Robbie! He has developed an irrational dislike of the balls and he keeps dumping them out of the dryer. Then Megan comes along and thinks they are there for her amusement so by the time I realise they are missing, they are well and truly missing. It is infuriating to have to search the house each time I want to put the dryer on. I have tried to reason with him and when that failed I tried threats. He is not a fast learner, so if he has a limp next time you see him you will know that the balls are still causing him problems! By the way one is pink and the other is mauve.