Lukey Pookey

My washing machine broke. There was fire and tick-tick-flonk sounds. And now there is no clean clothes left. All emergency washing of neccessities (i.e. my black jeans) is being done at my Nan's house, but I run out of trackies, pyjamas and other soft-ish clothes. I refuse to sleep in jeans.

So tonight I have had to impromise, with my skiing thermals, short shorts, a old T-shirt, two pairs of socks and my ugg boots. In addition to my bid to stay warm I have employed my kettle to make me hot chocolate and Luke the teddy-bear/hot water bottle. He is so cute, and he has in own little orange jumper.

He is Luke because he is filled with luke warm water (this is a lie, I didn't follow the instructions) and I went to primary school with a kid called Luke Beare.

Lukey. Happyface.