Finally found something to pass the <br />long day, started washing clothes <br />the wrong way, downstairs there are <br />washing machines and spin-driers <br /> <br />But no, I never use them, always wash <br />by hand on holiday, spreading wet clothes <br />all over the balcony, creating a cosmopolitan <br />atmosphere, the very thing <br /> <br />The pedantic fathers of this resort tried to <br />forestall, it is such malicious delight to upset <br />their apple-cart, only when serving does life <br />become less unnerving for this public servant <br /> <br />On holiday, serving hubby endless glasses of wine <br />while washing dishes and clothing – whether they’re <br />dirty or not, that’s quite beside the point, as long as <br />I’ve got my arms up to the elbows in soap suds <br /> <br />Does life seem to make some sort of sense…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/malicious-delight/
