Blue and black are the colours that dominate my washing pile. Given that all four of us have black socks it can be quite tricky to sort through them all. Mini Sheila, now in year 7 has only recently started using black socks as primary school necessitated white ones. It is a good thing that I decided to buy hers from a different shop from the Mini Britalian’s otherwise I would be even more perplexed when it comes to sorting through the washing.
This morning I did just that. Having waited at the end of last week for a fine day and feeling disappointed when it didn’t happen, I did the washing anyway on gloomy Saturday. I didn’t want to go near the serious pile of black and blue to do the sorting yesterday which saved that joy until this morning.
Three members of the household have blue shirts for work and school. The pile was really big and totally uninviting. But ironing had to be done.
Such a great feeling and indeed a magic moment when you get to the bottom of the ironing pile.
Now grocery shopping calls.