Sunday, May 29, 2011

Lessons unlearned

You'd have thought I'd know better after the episode with the quilt, but oh no…

Much to my — and the blue tits' — dismay, I've temporarily put a clothes line up in the garden so that I can dry a bed cover which has been drip-draining into the bath for the past 20 hours after I had a fit of bank holiday domesticity.

For those of you struggling for pub quiz questions, it turns out that a quilted blanket can hold eighty litres of bathwater.

6 comments:

Miss Scarlet said...

I once tried to wash a duvet in the bath; it went moldy long before it was remotely dry. Stank the house out.
Sx

Kevin Musgrove said...

That was my quilt incident. Ah well...

Pat said...

They smell so much nicer dried it the fresh air.
Oh hold on tho'. Manchester!

Kevin Musgrove said...

Oh Pat! :-)

nursemyra said...

A trip to the dry cleaners may be on the cards.....

Gadjo Dilo said...

I had a seagull shit on my head yesterday. Yes, directly on my head, yes, a seagull, as landlocked as we are - they're nested on next-door's roof.