The sight of piled up laundry causes uneasiness. I went out yesterday afternoon to canvass for a pipe line (if that’s how it’s called) where I can hang my clothes to dry. You see, we live in a 3-storey house with 3 aunts, one with a baby, their mother, a maid, and the Granny (the owner of the house).
I used hang wet clothes on the veranda of the Aunts’ room. Now that they have a baby, I can’t just barge in and hang our wet clothes or iron the dry ones. Before, I had to schedule my ironing and washing because we only have one washing machine and a small laundry area. Now, I need to buy my own clothes line. LOL. The disadvantage of not having your own place. hehehe
So later when I wake up early, I will go back to the mall and buy the flat iron and the pipeline. I had waxed the floor and threw some empty cans that are also piling up. Aargh! I just can’t stand the mess at times.