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.
I once tried to wash a duvet in the bath; it went moldy long before it was remotely dry. Stank the house out.
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That was my quilt incident. Ah well...
ReplyDeleteThey smell so much nicer dried it the fresh air.
ReplyDeleteOh hold on tho'. Manchester!
Oh Pat! :-)
ReplyDeleteA trip to the dry cleaners may be on the cards.....
ReplyDeleteI 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.
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