My washing machine has conked out and the new one won't be arriving until Friday so I washed out a few things by hand this morning. No probs with the washing but when I tried to wring them out I realised it's not just unscrewing tops of jars and bottles that has now become a problem.
Fortunately, it's a nice blowy which is just as well because I'm looking at more than just a few drips cascading out of my PJs onto the lawn.
As if that wasn't bad enough I then decided to water in a few plants at the far end of a border using the watering can as I CBA to unwind the hose.
I didn't grip the handle tightly enough and managed to water my left leg at the precise moment the postman arrived.
If he sees us in the garden he reverses down the drive and hands the post through the van window so there was no concealing my soggy jeans.
He probably didn't believe a word of my explanation.
Being quizzed by chemist's assistant in Boots.
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic