Come and behold the oddness that is my mind. Hee
Washing
By Tyger.
Her brother
was doing the washing again.
He had taken
it upon himself to be the one to wrestle with the ancient,
dilapidated half-broken washing machine the day he had arrived. She
wasn't quite sure why.
She
suspected it had something to do with the machine having been in bits
when he arrived. He did so love machinery. And once he had started
toying with it, it had become, in his own mind at least, His Problem.
So she just
smiled when he heard the loud profanities spewing forth from the
bathroom - again. Her brother was doing the washing.