In an attempt to distract myself from reading (there's a theme here, can you spot it?), I have, this morning, put some washing on. This was mainly so I can wear jeans that fit tomorrow, but also for something to do. I have just rescued the washing only to discover that I am being plagued by fluff.
Pink fluff.
Blue fluff.
Fluff coloured fluff.
Forget your locusts and flying frogs. The fluff is everywhere. All my clothes are covered in it, and I can't get rid of it. It all comes from buying cheap towels at Tescos, in bright colours, and then washing them. It's the washing that does it.
A fluffy plague on both our houses...
17 October 2006
Fluff plague
Rambled by Clare at 12:53 PM
Labels: london life
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1 comment:
should have told me b4 I could have looked you out some more non fluffy towels from Guildford :-) which I must say was top draw on Saturday with the street music being some of the best!
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