Bad luck surely doesn't explain this one so I can only put this down to sods law. Unless the forces of evil out there are just niggling to get me into trouble of course. Washing! Yup, washing, as in laundry type washing. Why is it that if something is going to go wrong inside the washing machine, it involves hubbys' clothes? I swear it has happened too many times to be coincidence, but I just have no other explanation. I bought hubby a lovely, navy blue top for his birthday in September last year, and it has become his favourite. Of course it would be, wouldn't it? Whilst ironing it this afternoon I noticed a bleach mark on the shoulder, which I assumed has come from either the washing powder or the Vanish not dissolving properly. Panic ensued. After a big gulp and I had picked my stomach off up the floor,no mean feat I can tell you, I had a brainwave. Shoe polish. Now, this is where I have to swear you to secrecy, you reveal this on pain of death! I hasn't covered it perfectly, but hopefully enough to not notice. I am not holding my breath, because when it comes to anything of his he has eagle eyes. He has a beige coloured top which somehow ended up with the inprint of the washing machine drum over the back of it, another one with black spots which weren't there pre washing, and of course I haven't mentioned the one that was light blue and somehow came out with darker blue streaks on it. Weirdly it doesn't seem to matter what I do with everyone elses clothes, mix coloureds with whites (inadvertently I hasten to add), leave felt tips in the pocket (I remember now, that was the cause of the black spots!), it all comes out in the wash - usually onto hubbys clothes!! Maybe I should secretly buy a duplicate of all his tops and just keep replacing them?
I have moments, as I think one of my recent blogs mentioned, when I want more! At the moment I want a house with a bit of land and ducks. Lots of them. I have fallen in love with 5 ducklings on the pond in the park over the road from me. When I first saw them they were not much bigger than the size of an egg, skimming across the pond like balls of fluff on a friction free surface. They are now probably a third the size of the adults and so adorable, I just want to scoop them up and bring them home. I have also decided I want hens, for the eggs tho, not cos I think they are adorable. I am digressing a lot from what I wanted to say here. I believe that our guides, angels, are listening to our pleas, moans, whatever, because I have been bemoaning the fact I have less than usual funds atm due to being off work a lot last month. Sometimes my family seem to do nothing but eat, and this is one of them, and obviously the shopping needs to be bought. Worry, worry. Well, last week maybe, I had my tesco vouchers arrive, and I didn't take much notice of them, just putting them on the side for another day. I got them out yesterday, planning to shop in Tesco today and use my £6.50 worth of vouchers. Then I noticed a bit on the statement that informed me I had unused vouchers and I should go online and check them out, which I did. Now call me sad, but finding out I had £75 of unused vouchers put a huge smile on my face. I sent up a very big thank you, went back online and did my shopping :o) It may sound crazy believing in higher forces, but it seems that when I ask for certain things in times of desperation or need, something good happens in reply, and that is good enough for me.
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