The rain has stopped and the sun is out! All my clothes are out on the line…
Well, see…THIS is the kind of man I need. One who does laundry!!!! Not one who is out running/climbing/surfing all the damn time. I may just have to mount an expedition to En Zed to track down the Lesser Clothed Nudus [and gingernuts] and entice him back to Australia and my Fisher and Paykel.
Don’t be thinking that just because I do my own laundry, baking and knitting that I’m not out wrestling sharks and skiing down El Capitan the rest of the time (or at least I would be if I wasn’t worried about chipping a nail).
This is me climbing Kilimanjaro with freshly laundered home-made socks and a packful of butterfly cakes (not for you) in 1947:
PS What kind of Fisher and Paykel is it? Does it have foam detection and a tangle-free sensor?