Washing Machine

My washing machine is no longer mine, and I will have to scrub dirty nappies until my poor hands are chapped and covered in chilblains. Or I could buy a pair of rubber gloves. Felix is crying again and I am hopefully continuing to type, optimistic that he may fall asleep by himself. But his cries are getting louder and I am going to have to give him a cuddle before I can think about a shower. What a selfless life I lead!