Okay, it is fair to say with all this blog coverage regarding my premature, newborn daughter fighting away in the NICU, not much time has been giving to the other, more furry scallywag Country Mews Lotter Clan members, namely Achilles and Olympus.
For long have I laughed at puny Chantelle who, although washes her dishes in super heated temperatures that no normal human should be able to withstand, does so wearing ridiculous looking bright blue rubber gardening gloves. (Well, I call them gardening gloves because that is what my parents used for all the years to weed their garden in).
I think my mom would probably have killed me had I still been living with her and generating the huge amount of laundry that I currently come up with on a daily basis.
I didn’t know that knee high stockings are JUST as dangerous as large pythons!
But you want to know what takes the biggest cake in the ironing and folding wars? I have a question that to this day lies unanswered, a question that bugs the heck out of me. Just how the hell are you supposed to fold a g-string! It is a bloody piece of string for goodness sake!