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I think, therefore I wash…

…or Cogito ergo lavo.

Nope, still doesn’t make it any more interesting.

ithink

Spin.

spin

Another load.

joys of washing

Mop around the clock.

A mopping montage….

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Washing Mountain.

Oh goody, another load of washing…..

Dishwasher.

What, I have to empty it too?

Adventures in Hoovering (continued)

This is another recent addition, the hoover is now seen as the enemy, to be defeated at all costs…

Mc Skivvy.

They pay people to do this in MacDonalds, they go round sweeping up cold chips and bits of nugget mixed in with whatever else gets dropped on the floor. Little dustpans and brushes on long sticks so you don’t have to bend down.
I got myself one with a pretty pattern on. It was a weak moment and I had my guard down and I bought into the shop’s subliminal message that all household objects have to have a pretty pattern on it.
Maybe someone’s vain attempt to make such a mundane and soul destroying job more aestheticly pleasing. (I would prefer a scene of Dante’s inferno to describe the sentiment I feel when sweeping up mashed boiled egg mixed with peppers and rice and cat hair).

In hiding….

…under the clothes horse, shhhhh….
Can I hide too? From the washing?

Adventures in Hoovering cont…

They actually do this.

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