Friday 16 December 2011: lull
The clothes horse which was one of my going-away-to-uni household-item-things has been marked as apparently due for disposal/replacement at some point, but it's a rare day (especially during the winter) when there is much space on either it or the more modern item which replaced the knackered clothes horse with which Nicky was sent away to uni. Though Edgar's vomiting this evening was relatively light it still took out his fleecy outer sleepsuit, one towel and Nicky's dressing-gown. I discovered a cache of three ironed shirts at the back of my locker yesterday so should have enough for work next week without requiring any additional ironing this weekend, doubly convenient when the building is closed to staff for fire-alarum-testing, preventing the usual Sunday-evening clothing-drop. The additional forgotten shirts also allowed me to wear a properly clean one on Thursday rather than one afflicted by a small particle of vomited food-matter clinging to the inside of one cuff.