Thursday, 26 January 2017

I Miss the Hotel

Because if we were still living at the Imm, we'd just shut the door and on our return we'd find the Housekeeping Pixies had made up the bed with fresh linen.

Nowadays, I get to put all the bedclothes into the washing machine, stretch out a bed sheet, pull on nine pillow slips and wrestle with an enormous quilt cover.

But the worst is yet to come.  Trying to fold a fitted sheet neatly for the next time.

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