Saturday 1 October 2011

Pegs

Why oh why don't the pegs I have stay on the washing line when I take the dry clothes off??? It's not a complex operation. I mean I can understand printers, faxes and even mobile phones refusing to comply with my naive requests but a peg? I mean it's only two bits of plastic and a small spring. How can a cheap and simple tool go so badly wrong?

I suspect, sometimes, that actually they're not inanimate objects at all. I suspect that these innocent looking everyday objects are really demons in disguise, sent up here to make my life a little bit worse on a tiny scale. I suspect hell knows that after years of being gently prodded away at, one day I will snap and impale the cats through the eyes with the damned pegs (this is probably an exaggeration). One day I may go into town, buy a power tool and nailgun my wet laundry to the washing line.

However, until that day I will simply comfort myself that if nothing else, all the bending down to pick up pinged off pegs is at least a form of exercise. Heaven forbid I should attempt anything more vigorous!