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.