Washings on two lines

Just before I went to bed after 13 hours on a train, 8+ on a bus and then 7,30 on a train again, I put on the washing machine. A sack full of clothes barely filled the machine, and I used a little excess of that blue softener stuff, because I am so sick of my shirts smelling horrible after the washing machine disaster in Budapest.

When I woke up, my mother had hanged them out for me. That struck me as a very great kind of kindness.

Now the clock is soon half past four, my bioclock is fucked up and I my MP3 player is strange and will not work. Plus I am sitting in my bathrobe.