Oh man, it is a pain. I had to bring all the vacuum packed summer clothes out of the smelly, hockey jock festooned furnace room and pop them open. Everything is super wrinkled and I don't want to iron anything so I'm just going to wash the lot and just so we're clear, I'm not complaining, I promise. Because in mere hours we'll all be on our way to Disneyworld. I swear, I've never been happier to throw in a load of whites.
Plus at some point next week I'm going to shoot guns again. No wonder you Americans love your firearms. Spending a few hours blowing off some steam at the firing range is my idea of heaven. So there's that. Nope, DEFINITELY not complaining.