The real poser of the weekend was this: 30° or 40°?
I mean 30 is better for the environment but the shirts are muddy so... fuck it, we all recycle, 40° it is.
Shirts first, followed by shorts and socks in two separate loads.
Weighed up stealing some of my flatemate’s fabric softener – but then realised we can’t run out on the Marshes smelling of Summer Lillies or Roman Fog.
All in it takes up two clothes horses to dry – but it’s done by Monday afternoon and the bag is packed by Tuesday. It’s a slick operation.
Oh, and we lost 4, 5, maybe 6-1. It changes every time I tell anyone – by the end of the week it’ll probably be 1-1.