Well perhaps disaster is too strong a word, maybe nuisance is a better one. Whichever way you look at it I somehow got a tissue in with the washing this morning when I put a load on to wash. And sod's law being what it is, the load was the dark clothes. There is now a line full of navy blue underpants covered in white flecks, black T shirts ditto, red T shirts ditto and five pairs of black socks that have developed measles.
It did strike me as I passed the washing line earlier this afternoon on my walk with Tess that the tissue in the washing machine was a jolly good metaphor for so many aspects of life. Not sure what they are but when I think of one I will let you know.