Ds (14) was moaning on last night that neither of his school shirts had been washed. It was 10.30pm
I told him to get a grip and he knows perfectly well where the washing machine is and he should have sorted it out at 5.00pm and there would still have been drying time on the line.
So he says 'fine, I'll get a wash on' So far so good
But we come to empty the machine this morning and I find he has put my white knickers in with the pale blue shirts!
HE BLOODY WELL KNOWS BETTER.
The Muppet!!