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Washing basket joy.
Look, I can’t do the washing because Gruff has left his toy dog on top and he looks so comfy.
Better get the kettle on then.
Beast of burden.
Not you Arnie, my washing basket.
I’ve closed the bathroom door so it can’t get out and I can’t see it either.
Weekend’s all right for washing.
Oh god, tonnes of it too.
All right! I can’t carry you as well you know…
Hrmph, all right for some, wake up! This washing needs sorting at some point.
Washing and ironing.
I wish I could hide from it.
Some days it feels like a tsunami out to get me. Shove it all in the draws before it swallows the kids….
