Life is a Clean Pair of Sox

The washing machine man poked and prodded but couldn't find anything ailing the beast. I gave it a thrashing with a branch from a tree in the garden and, unlike Fawlty's mini it worked! Civilized life can now continue and there is no need respray certain nether regions with fungal killer and the fragrence of rose.


Ah, snuggley comfort of freshly fluffed undies; sheer bliss!