The kid arrives and without fail, with clothes that I have
to soak, wash and resoak.
The whites are not white.
They are instead, a murky grey.
And they are not school yard dirty, no…
Not scuffed from sport or play – they are plain and simple ‘not washed
regularly’ grey.
As you can see by my pathetic night iPhone shot on a washing
machine, the difference between this kid’s “whites” and our standard “whites”
are poles apart! (His are on the left!)
Then I have to go to war with myself...
Send them back to the witch as hideously grey as they came…? Or whiten them so the kid doesn’t look neglected!
Of course the soaking wins out time after time even though she is probably too damned lazy to drag them out of his bag to notice they are actually white.
Then I have to go to war with myself...
Send them back to the witch as hideously grey as they came…? Or whiten them so the kid doesn’t look neglected!
Of course the soaking wins out time after time even though she is probably too damned lazy to drag them out of his bag to notice they are actually white.
Hell. It doesn’t take
a mental giant to work out how to wash a fricking shirt!
Having said that, we have the kid this week as the Harridan continues
to clean the house she moved from. It has
now taken approximately three weeks to clean a house that she and one teenager
have lived in for less than six months.
Guess that explains why the kid is a lazy non hygienic bugger!
Guess that explains why the kid is a lazy non hygienic bugger!
I shudder to think what this place looks like – and good
luck renting it!
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Thanks. Better check it out but it should be up today!