Our lounge area has been a bit of a mess of late, with me using the dining table as a cutting table, I have lycra and patterns everywhere and with the cold weather I have clothing on a clothes horse airing out as it will dry quicker than outside under the awning because we have been using the heater.
Anyway, I am busy doing stuff in the office and Hubby starts banging away. He picks this time to start demolishing the bar. There is dust and rubble everywhere. Did he think to move the clean clothes? What about my lycra? Noooooooo, of course not. I'm trying my hardest to come up with a decent stock supply to take with me when I go away, and now I have to clean up the mess as well as clean the material. He can wear his (now) dirty clothes, because I'm on strike and refuse to re-wash them.
Anyway, I am busy doing stuff in the office and Hubby starts banging away. He picks this time to start demolishing the bar. There is dust and rubble everywhere. Did he think to move the clean clothes? What about my lycra? Noooooooo, of course not. I'm trying my hardest to come up with a decent stock supply to take with me when I go away, and now I have to clean up the mess as well as clean the material. He can wear his (now) dirty clothes, because I'm on strike and refuse to re-wash them.