You know that thing all mums complain about; how when you go on holiday there is all that washing you need to do when you get back? And how it ruins the effects of the holiday? And how no one else does it and it’s all your responsibility? Etc?
I don’t make it that far.
I managed to cover myself in iced coffee on the drive to our holiday. Although I still have the propensity to overpack in the underpants department, I have learnt not to overpack in terms of everything else. Thus, whilst my underwear was more than adequately covered, my outerwear was in insubstantial supply.
Which is how, 16 hours into our holiday, I was performing the act of Doing A Load Of Washing.
And not 24 hours after that, an exceptionally