Laundry day

I have long believed that life should smell of lavender and lemons and every Monday in my house it really does as I pull on my yellow Marigolds and hand wash my smalls, soak treasured linens and set the washing machine on a series of cycles as I launder bedding, clothes and towels in one heavenly scented day. The afternoon is then dedicated to starching sheets, ironing clothes and re-making beds while Radio 4 plays in the background and the dog tries to undo all my hard work by dive-bombing on to my beautiful crisp, fresh bed. But hey ho nobody ever said life would be perfect now did they? Laundry Day then is dedicated to rubbing, and scrubbing and steamy fragrant mornings in the kitchen.