As I walked back from an agonizing 4.5 hour shift in the ZonLab, I started dreading the laundry room. I'd put two loads in the drier before I went off to work and the time had come to fold my clothes. Now, I don't mind folding clothes. In fact, I enjoy doing laundry in general, but tonight I had a headache and didn't want to deal with the zoo that is the English laundry room.
I descended the Cellar stairs and entered the room only to find my two loads folded in neat stacks on the table (folded very nicely, I might add). It just made my night.
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