Am I the only person with a wholly untrustworthy washing machine, when it comes to the time display? NB no hand draft this time because, most unusually, I composed this one on the screen.
If you hadn’t guessed, I mean
My washing machine –
Which, when it starts a load,
Advises ninety minutes is all it will need;
But of that, my friends, I never take heed.
Because with well, well over an hour gone
It insists that 40 minutes have passed;
Then the numbers jumble, and in a flash –
Another 58 needed to finish the wash.
And on with that random countdown:
No change for ages; then suddenly, rinsing,
A collapse in what it thinks is left –
Dear Hotpoint, not very convincing.
I poke my head around the kitchen door
And it tells me, “Another twenty one!”;
But I’ve hardly thought about brewing a coffee when,
“BEEP, BEEP, everything’s done!”
So I say this to you, esteemed Doctor Who,
If you think that you’re good at time travel –
Come to my house, watch that washing machine,
And see relativity unravel!
© Christopher Jessop 2024