I'd rather run a mile a day uphill from it.
Visit an angry dentist, eat coriander, live with my mother, fill in my tax return.
All housework gives me a migraine, but worst is changing the sheet, pillow cases and (grrrrrª) duvet cover.
I start working up the energy and patience the day after the last time they were changed (in that instance by a cleaner who has returned to Poland for a wedding, hopefully not her own). And now, by some miracle, I won't have to start working up the energy again untul tomorrow. The miracle of my own, hidden, feminine-side competence. It didn't take long - once I had climbed inside the cover, holding two duvet corners in my finger tips. What was all my fuss about?
How prepostrous that I should speculate about the invention of self-changing sheets!
Still, all men are sluts, most of us in more ways than one.
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You know theres a technique to changing the bedding. You turn the covers inside out grab the duvet/pillow by the ends and yank the covers on. Hmm. Probably needs demonstrating.
I also hate taking the washing out of the washing machine. In fact I hate all domestic chores except washing up which I find strangely therapeutic. Never dry though.