The steam in the launderette made Jenifer Baldwin’s face turn as red as beetroot; It was hot outside as well with the temperature reaching 74% C. The Launderette had twenty two washers going at once and eight huge drying machines. Several old people were in today carrying either a thick see through plastic bag or a large holdall with straps, some used the cheap black bin liners which split when you put hot clothes in them as they melted the plastic and the washing would all fall out. The shop did sell the blue strong bags for twenty pence. Jenifer had five washing machines going at once; she loaded another as the cars kept dropping washing in from customers paying her to do their washing for them. She made out another receipt with a name and address and put it with the bag so that she knew who’s washing was who’s along with a contact phone number. She had been rushed off her feet all that morning it was now twelve forty five and she would still be there at eleven o’clock that evening. The laundry opened seven days a week. It would be busy all day and every day with people from the Ridges (Meadowell Estate) wanting clothes washed and dried. Some paid her to iron their shirts and fold them up for them. This was all extra work but Jenifer needed the money to help support the family. Desmond her father worked in the Garage along on Waterville Road; even when he wasn’t working in the garage he was either inside the bonnet or underneath someone’s car who wanted a job done cheaply. Des was only happy to oblige so he could make a few quid that would get him out for a few beers or go towards buying a motor cycle. He had been dreaming of owning a Kawasaki KZ1000 since he was at Ralph Gardner High School. The Motorbike was the fastest on the market now with a 4 cylinder engine with 90 horse power and a top speed of 120 mph.
He dreamed of taking the bike up to the highlands of Scotland where he could test out the motorcycle to its maximum speed along the country roads.
It had not relented since seven am in the laundrette people just kept coming in one after the other but Monday was always busiest as that’s when the pensioners got paid and they brought their washing to be done after collecting their money. No wonders that the last person who worked here packed the job in after just three days. Jenifer worked on the fish quay before this job making fish cakes but the money she made there was rubbish compared to what she could earn here. That’s if she didn’t pass out with heat exhaustion first. Even with the door wedged open the heat in here made you sweat like a dog. She wore the skimpiest of vests and no bra underneath her blue overall as she found that she was getting a sweat rash under her bust. Jenifer was about five feet ten had dark hair like her mother. She was slim and had a nice figure. Jenifer was attractive looking and had nice shapely legs with all the walking she did.