3. The dog isn't allowed on my bed, even tho its my bed.
4. I am becoming a person who writes posts about the injustice of dealing with washing on a Saturday morning.
3. The dog isn't allowed on my bed, even tho its my bed.
4. I am becoming a person who writes posts about the injustice of dealing with washing on a Saturday morning.
Mum as she leaves the house at 9am Saturday morning, when I am having a lie in that I have been desperate for for 5 days..."you need to empty the washing machine and put the next wash on, it'll be done in a sec, byyeeeee". Now, I feel I need to explain myself. I am happy to do my bit with chores etc, and rightly so, but this is not simply emptying the machine. This is emptying the machine, sorting the clothes, finding (non existant) hangers, sorting the dry stuff, putting away dry stuff to make room for the wet stuff, hanging the wet stuff, and most of all, getting out of bed and being wide awake!
<p>It's Friday night. My dad has a programme on about the shipping mysteries of the Marie Celeste on tv.