Two full days at home and two full days of Washing The Holiday Wear.
I’ve just completed hanging the last load, accompanied and assisted by a chocolate smeared toddler.
I don’t care. I’m not washing them again. It is the end.
I have done all the clothes, towels and tea towels that need doing.
If only I could get the rest of the uncooperative to walk around naked, I would actually have just a moment of no washing at all that requires attending to.
