Jennifer returned to work to find Paul had been in He had been busy and there was a huge notice put up on the wall informing customers of the last Wash and dry times.
It told customers that they would have to leave the building by ten thirty prompt.
There was a kettle, tea, coffee, and two five litre plastic cartons of juice.
There was a new price list on the wall next to the soap powder and detergent machine. Paul had left her a note telling her that he would come to drive her home.
Jenny smiled then took off her coat as the first customers came in with their bags full of washing. It was going to be another hot day again so Jenny wedged the door open
as the first washes of the day were put in.
My coins wont fit into the slots said Mrs Armstrong. ‘
That’s because the prices have gone up Mrs Armstrong.
“How much is it going to cost me now?’
“It is a pound a wash; you will need to insert two fifty pence pieces into the new slots.
“A pound a wash that is a lot isn’t it?’
“Well not really Mrs Armstrong, there’s the electricity and then the maintenance of the machines to pay for.’
She went to get a small packet of washing powder from the machine then saw the price list for coffee and tea.’
“I will have a cup of tea if you don’t mind.’
“No not at all; I’ll just put the kettle on for you.’
“I’ll have one as well said Moira Johnson two sugars please.’
Can I have a black coffee please asked a young lad who’d come in he sat in a pair of shorts as his jeans were placed in a wash.
She used a tea pot to make the tea with so she could have a cup herself.
She placed her mother’s sheets in the largest washer and set them away. Then she carried the seats outside so that she could sit out when it got too hot.
She handed out the tea and coffee and then sat and drank her own and had her first cigarette of the day. She looked up at the dirty window and decided to wash it once she’d finished her tea and cigarette.
More customers arrived until the shop was now half full.
“Does anyone want any change because the prices have gone up to a pound a wash and thirty pence for five minutes on the driers? The washing powder has gone up by twenty pence as well said Mrs Armstrong.’
“What isn’t going up said Moira who was in her early sixties? She came in religiously every Monday morning where she would wait for her companion Edward Morton
They had been coming here for over ten years now she told Jenny. They would spend the morning and most of the afternoon chatting.’
“Is he married asked Jenny?’
“No dear he is a widower; he lives in Hawkey’s lane and he walks here with his little trolley to wash his things out once a week.’
“So does he like you then?’
“I think so but he is a little shy I think.’
“Maybe he just needs a push in the right direction.’
“Well we will have to change that won’t we?’
“Will we asked Moira.’
“Yes time is wasted on you two and if you do not do something about it now then it will be too late.’