Work clothes, work gloves, work socks, work pants, work T-shirts, washing machine work to not getting to wash the work of work clothes. Here is the sun who is working....
First he wore his underpants, then his T-shirt, and finally his pants. And he kept coming down and invited his neighbor to a vermouth....
The same hands hung the clothes up in these two clotheslines and, at the last moment and being in a hurry, she left this underwear unpaired. And so just for they don't feel unwell, for not going up or down stairs again, she put...
The towel and the scrubbing cloths. Quite a team. They're the cleaning brigade. Without them shit would eat our skin and soul. Once again: Many thanks to these suffering and ephemeral garments...