Sundy Morning In The Laundry
A pile of dirty laundry and a frustrated housewife leads to a great start to one young man's Sunday morning.
Sunday morning, a day of rest supposedly. Only I realised, as I looked in my wardrobe, I had no clean clothes. I’d promised myself I’d do a wash on Saturday but, somehow, it’d never happened. I wandered round the flat, plastic wash basket in hand, picking up all the clothes strewn around the floor. I needed to get down to the laundry room and get my stuff done but what was I going to wear? I threw on a pair of my least di...