Thursday, February 11, 2010

don't rise no more



As I went wading around the laundry floor this afternoon, chasing storm-puddles with a towel, it occurred to me that by all the dramatic laws of D.H. Lawrence I should be having it off with a gypsy.


"All right!" he cried. "All right! The water don't rise no more! All right!"



4 comments:

  1. Oh dear, I hope there's no serious damage...

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  2. No. It always floods when there's sudden rain, so we know to keep anything damageable off the floor. The house is one of those old places with the laundry in a lean-to out the back, and whoever built this lean-to didn't build it waterproof. We have interesting cracks.

    Long story short: this morning the towels smell like a peat bog.

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  3. So, you're saying you're a ??? Hmmm...I will say no more for fear it will get me into hot water...

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  4. Well, whatever the towels were suggesting, they suggest it no more. The sun came out and they have been washed. Now they are dewdrop-fresh, or however it was described on my box of laundry powder.

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