I had a moment when I was making the most of daylight savings by putting the clothes out on the line for my wife. At that point in time, she was putting our little one down to sleep. Fair enough...
I was in the zone, chucking up clothes left right and centre then I got my wife, Camila's shirt and I put it up inside out. As I got to the next piece of clothing, I started thinking... Well, if she's going to get the clothes off the line tomorrow, then... she'll then have to turn the shirt inside out. I didn't want to burden her with this so I finished off the next piece of clothing, then went back, took it off the line and turned the shirt in the right way.
At that moment, I felt a strong feeling of love for my wife. And then I thought, should I share this moment with her? Or should I just leave it as a nice thought I had in my head. I thought, "No, I'll tell her!" I'll tell her... ❤❤ ❤
So then I continued on putting the rest of the washing on the line and... it seemed that this was the first of her clothing that was to come out of the basket. And every other #%$%*#@ piece of her clothing was inside out as well.
It was a tough slog - like I was walking in mud...
PS - And when I made it inside, it was pitch black.