Sunday, September 17, 2006

The Day Rain Ruined My Laundry


The sky looked fine with heavenly sunshine and cottony clouds, so I put out my laundry for a long-overdue baking session. Mum always insists that the laundry smells funny without drying in the sun, so being the good son that I am, I carried the clothes from the carpark to the garden.

In a blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered and before I knew it, it was pouring. By the time I got to my laundry, the clothes were wet and I was wet as well. Bloody hell!

Moral of the story:
Convince mum and dad to get a clothes dryer or else...

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