In laundries no one can hear you scream

On Tuesday and Wednesday I worked non-stop (almost) on empty the washing baskets in the laundry.  I washed everything; clothes, towels, tea towels, sheets, pillowcases, the lot.

By nightfall on Wednesday I had empty washing baskets.

Empty.  Washing. Baskets.

Last night it rained.  We also found a flea on Gypsy (ewww) so she was banished to the backyard.  Whereupon she cried and cried until we couldn't stand it anymore.  We brought her in and shut her in the bathroom so as to prevent flea infestation, but she cried and cried and cried.  We hunted through the cupboard and found a bottle of flea shampoo and there we were, Mister Bear and I, bathing the dog in the dead of night and drying her off with clean towels out of the linen cupboard.  Then we wrapped her in a blanket and she slept on our bed.  Spolied rotten, she is.

In the night, due to the rain, the trampoline got wet.  Chickabid and the Ladybaby couldn't manage without their trampoline so they dried it off.  With a clean towel from the linen cupboard.  Every time they used the trampoline today, they got a new clean towel out of the linen cupboard.

My Empty.  Washing.  Baskets. are now full of wet doggy-smelling towels, wet trampoline- drying towels, the dryer needs servicing and rain is predicted for the next few days.  We have a dog that regards dragging towels off the line to be an Olympic Sport and she's trying to make the Australian team.

In laundries no one can hear you scream.