Donald was a bit baffled about things this morning but he decided he wanted to catch up with his laundry so I left him to it. At lunch time he appeared at my flat with his washing bag over his shoulder. Did you mean to take it to your place, I asked him. He looked around, realised his mistake and quick as a flash said, well you promised you'd iron it all for me. That's why Donald is such a delight, never know what he's going to come out with. Gotta love him.