I hear the cry from the washed clothes in our washing machine. 'let us out' they chorus. Of course I am not holding the clothes hostage. I am unable to let them out because the handle has broken. A full load of clothes are therefore being held hostage by the uncaring Ariston machine, until the man can come and fix the handle.
At least he is a friendly man.
It's a habit of mine to watch the sun go down... no, sorry that's Martha and her Muffins. It's a habit of mine to moan and be cynical. In an attempt to spare the people closest to me the worst of my rants, I have decided to put them here. So get ready for all the things that often leave me with a cold cup of tea. Plus the odd thing that goes well with a warm cup, see I don't always moan.
About Me
- Darren
- cynic, geek, sage, guitarist, writer, web(something), editor, milton keyner, uk, tea drinker, creative, thinker, songwriter, guy, obsessive, seeker, procrastinator ad lib to fade.
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