Who hasn’t heard of Mount Everest and the mountaineers that go down in history for their daring climb to its famous summit? Or Mount Rushmore, America’s national memorial, a landmark depicting four heads of the United States presidents, sculptured into a rock face. I could quote many more well-known mountains, but this is not a geography lesson.
What I’d never heard of, is Mount Laundry! My husband taking one look at our overflowing laundry basket, named it rather appropriately “Mount Laundry”. I don’t know if you have a similar scenario in your household? I’m convinced we have a magic laundry basket. No sooner has it been emptied, does it mysteriously refill itself. There appears no end to dirty laundry, even though we are a small family.
With the recent storms and constant rain, day in, day out, Spring feels like it’s a long way off. I want to be outside, sitting in the garden and feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin (no better way of getting a natural dose of vitamin D!). Unable to hang laundry outside in the appalling weather of late, the pile continues to grow, threatening to take over the small room.