I'm always asking DH to put a load of washing on as I run out of the door at 6.30am... and he never does and yesterday we had a petty argument about it. Then today I came home and he'd done the washing then says 'but I had a little accident'. The 'little accident' is washing my favorite purple wool jumper in the machine at 40degress It's now only slightly too big for my 14month old dd. The thing is I'm sure it wasn't in the pile of washing I left on the floor and a tiny paranoid part of me thinks he did it on purpose so I stop asking him to do the washing...