So, having got the washing out of the machine, Simon took it out to the washing line, no longer shaded by the tree that is gone. He was helped by Toddles dashing about underfoot, enjoying the warm weather.
And then, the attack of the duvet cover.
Men and duvet covers are always dangerous in combination, but this one, in the machine, had turned into some kind of amorphous Lovecraftian monster, which tried to engulf him whilst he sought, fruitlessly, for an edge or corner. At this point, he was torn between crying, "Ariadne! the edge! the edge!" or "Ai Ai Ftagn Cthulu!" to propitiate the thing.
Fortunately for my poor husband's sanity, he found a corner, and wrestled the struggling monster onto the line, held firmly with pegs, where now it hangs, sullenly, waiting for a chance to escape its wooden manacles and go on the rampage of wetly aggressive polycotton fury.
A right menace has been contained!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the hilarious tale!
Lilya Laurel
I'm glad you enjoyed - being able to laugh at things which don't go according to plan is a survival trait. Making other people laugh with us is, I believe, something of a talent.
DeleteYou forgot to mention [ominous music] when you introduced the menace. ;)
ReplyDeleteLOL! whoops, yes, so I did.... something like the Isengard ork music...
DeleteOh poor Simon! I do sympathise, I always think that duvet covers, washing machines & washing lines are a combination created by demons. Kim
ReplyDelete"can you name your demon? understand its schemin'" as the song says. "Chessina!" said Simon.
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