Washing Pixies

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

Ok, so I know that this is not one of the bigger world issues, but can we just talk about the absolute evil that is a tissue in the washing machine?

It only ever happens in the darkest of washes (both literally and metaphorically). Where do they come from when I’m sure I’ve checked all the pockets? How can one small square of tissue cover every tw@tting piece of clothing in a million tiny bits, yet the bulk of it seems to still be intact, albeit in a soggy lump? Why is there no one to shout at when I realise that the only clothes in the wash with pockets are mine?

It’s the work of the devil.

C