Might be the most rage making statement ever?
DH has just wrecked my gorgeous wool jumper by chucking it in the machine. It is now felted and shrunk. This is not the first jumper he has done this to.
On discovery he is apologetic and said ‘I didn’t realise it couldn’t go in, I didn’t think to check.’
It didn’t need washing, it wasn’t in the washing basket, it was in my suitcase from our holiday. DH took it upon himself to wash everything on return, which would be helpful if he’d checked what was dirty or clean first, or even checked the fucking label! Not to mention the outfit I’d planned to wear today also got washed when it didn’t need to so I had a massive panic trying to find something else to wear.
I feel like a bitch for being angry at him as he was being helpful, but he actually fucking wasn’t!
Not helped by the fact it was a £200 jumper I’d got in a charity shop for £10 and will never be able to replace.