Just got the washing out of the machine to find that its all covered in small pieces of torn up paper tissue, I just want to bloody scream!!!!! I don't know how many times I've told him to check his pockets before he puts his clothes for wash, and to use the flipping balm hankies that are sitting on the welsh dresser in the kitchen when he wants a hankie as they don't disintegrate into millions of pieces in the washing machine should he forget to take it out. The cheeky bastard has just told me that I should of checked his clothes pockets before washing them, to which I told him I'm your wife not your bloody mother, am now thinking this is serious grounds for divorce.