I heard a worrying thump
as the drum revolved
and couldn't understand why
there was a long black wire
lashing the window.
I drained the machine
and hauled out the sodden material.
The moment of recognition was horrible.
I had subjected my beloved Roberts radio
to a hot wash,
when I tossed it into the washing machine
with the duvet cover.
That radio has been my small hours companion
for so long.
I have always had a radio to tuck under the pillow.
Radio Luxembourg, Radio Caroline, Radios 4, 3, 2 and 1,
always there to lull me back to sleep
or at least to preserve me from
the boredom of yet another too early waking.
I even took one on a school cruise to the West Indies.
One night the white noise permeated my dreams
and I tried desperately to turn off taps
while clutching at the metal bars of my berth.
I have tried to coax it back to life -
dried its exposed innards with a hairdryer,
but all it can manage is a faint
Have you ever washed the unwashable?