There is a mountain of clothes on what is sometimes the empty chair near my computer desk.
It’s the time of year when a guy doesn’t know what to wear; it’s spring doncha know, the time of year when Old Man Weather changes his mind so much that he seems like Old Woman Weather.
So, I have a pile which includes warm clothes for cool weather, cool clothes for warm weather (I worn shorts already), and I have in-between clothes for in-between weather.
I also have grubbing clothes for working in the garden.
What will eventually happen is that they all seem to be ready for the wash at the same time.
Cuppa will wonder where the heck the mountain of male clothes came from all of a sudden.
So now you know, dear.