The Good Little Hausfrau and The Evils of Bleach

On the weekend I was being a good little hausfrau and doing all my tedious chores on Saturday. For this special event, I pulled out a fresh tee I hadn’t worn for a while – ever since I assiduously and labouriously removed some ink or paint stains (if memory serves me) from the last time I wore this t-shirt without donning an artist’s smock over the top.

You’d think that would have learned me, but no.

I did not don an apron, but went merrily on my way with my chores. While cleaning the bathroom, energetically employing a bottle of Domestos – a brand of bleach – and generously swirling it around the enamel sink, I must have caught a stray drop with my tee (see depressing detail picture on left). I didn’t spot it until much later, when it was far too late to attempt to soak it out.

Dear Snapettes, it was like one of those ‘command-Z’ life moments, when all you want to do is hit the undo button. But alas, it is impossible. The top is clearly doomed to only and forever be a housework tee.

The moral of this sad tale is of course, wear a housecoat, or even better – pay some cleaners to do the dirty work.

Photos: Yesterday