My struggle

Man versus pants. And socks. And other laundry. The great battle that we face endlessly and repeatedly: like gods going back to the fight, we clean the clothes, the clothes get dirty. Asgard. The myth of Sisyphus. The never ending story. Good and evil, yin and yang. We shall fight them on the breeches, we shall fight them in the gowns and on the sheets, we will never surrender.

So another great day, at home, in the rain, at the dump, in the wet dull town centre. But we danced and love conquered all.

Tomorrow we will be separated. But not for long. And even apart we are inseparable in love. For our love is our victory ...