It’s All Pants

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

Load washing machine
Turn on washing machine
Empty washing machine
Hang out washing

Repeat above. All tw@tting day. Cry a little at the almost dim and distant memory of swimming in the lovely sea. Realise with horror that I have hung out over FORTY PAIRS OF SODDING PANTS. Do you know how long that takes or how much of a soul is lost in that process?

WTAF? Did the clothes multiply in the suitcases? I even ran out of pegs and had to buy more. Next year we are going to a nudist colony. Can’t see any issues explaining that idea to The Mini Princesses. I may compromise if they agree to go commando!

C