No not mine, everyone else’s. The male people in this house each have a pair of buttocks. Aged variously seven, fifteen, seventeen and fifty, the bums also range in size. Therefore, each arse owns a selection of pants. At either end of the derrière spectrum it’s very easy to tell whose is whose, it’s the […]
Airing my dirty laundry just about everywhere
It began with a most insignificant click. Then the lights went out and it was apparent – after several optimistic attempts to ignore all evidence – that the washing machine was, in fact, a dampening and flooding the floor machine. There are some definitive parenting moments. The first steps, the gummy smiles, the first time […]
Vanish: I still hate laundry, but this makes it slightly easier
It will come as no surprise to anyone to learn that I hate housework. I’ve tried really hard to make peace with it, but the serenity of the chore just won’t come. Laundry is perhaps Queen Boring in this most extensive realm of Tedious. If you turn your back on her for a minute, she’s […]
195/365 It’s good to be home…
Ah. Once you’ve established that your fears that your house will be a smouldering shell are unfounded and you’ve found the key, there’s nothing like opening your own front door after a week or two away. Or in our case, stepping over the solidified milk – dairy delivery people, prepare yourselves, we’ll be having words […]
154/365 Laundry… awash with inspiration
A move towards order, folded things anyway… see my nice PJ bottoms on the pile there… Yuk, it smells as bad as you’d expect. It is apparently self-replenishing The big picture – note instructions in big letters on the dryer door. How so many smalls can make a big… It’s the children’s art gallery too… […]