It’s that time of year again.
It’s time for the car to get its annual car wash and clean.
Now I don’t mind the wash bit. I just drive up to the nearest machine which is only a few miles away and sit for a few minutes worrying if my wing mirrors are going to fall off. Though I had better put the battery back into the car first, I suppose? Cars tend not start very easily without a battery, unlike the Good Old Days when cars had starter handles that you inserted through the front bumper.
When I have that done and have returned home, then that’s where the real work starts. The removal of about ten dogs of hairs from the inside. We only have the one pooch but she sheds enough for ten, and the hairs tend to drift into damned awkward corners and crevices where the vacuum cleaner won’t reach. It’s a back breaking thankless task but it has to be done. Then there are all the other bits of shit that tend to accumulate in a car, such as scrumpled up parking tickets, some loose change and several hundredweight of gravel from the front drive that get carried in on my shoes.
I have never worked out why dog hairs are so fucking sticky. They cling to the carpet, or indeed any material as if they were woven into the fabric. A vacuum will get the loose stuff but any kind of brush just seems to embed them further. I have a “magic” brush with slanted bristles which is quite good though. The trick is to brush it the right way, or otherwise it will just dump its load on the carpet again. And even after vacuuming and brushing there is always a sheen of hairs left embedded. Seeing as I am not going to pick them out with tweezers they’ll just have to stay there.
Maybe I should shave the dog?
All I can say is that I’m glad it’s only once a year.
So I have a busy day ahead.
Talk amongst yourselves.