Any guesses of what I am doing? I’ll give you a clue – pegs clipped on to the bottom of my tee-shirt, and my pink bucket firmly clasped in my hand. That’s right – I’m doing even more holiday washing by hand. After hanging it outside in the sunshine on the handy camp clothesline, the sky clouded over and down came the rain. There was only one thing to do, gather the washing up, visit the laundrette up town and spend a little while reading out of dates magazines while the washing tumbled around in the big commercial drier.
It’s wash day once more
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