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.
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