Dirty Laundry

The boyfriend has decided that he needs to take more exercise. This means that we now spend Sunday mornings going on increasingly long bike rides in the countryside surrounding our house, which is great and I'm all in favour of that kind of thing. It also means that he feels the need to buy lots of new sports equipment and clothes, so he can look the part even if he isn't quite as fit as he'd like to be.

So we found ourselves in the section of TK Maxx called "Technical Clothing" (I do so love TK Maxx... I don't know if this is true of all branches, but our local one has an entire rack devoted to kaftans) and he decided to buy a top. It was not just any top. It looked like one of those natty airtex numbers that used to be compulsory for school P.E. classes, but it promised so much more. It would stop you feeling sweaty. It would let air flow freely around your underarm area. It would look good even after vigorous activity. Unfortunately the one thing it wouldn't do was take itself from the dirty laundry hamper and put itself in the washing machine, so when he got it covered in bike oil over the weekend I ended up trying to get it clean again. I checked the label to see what temperature it was supposed to be washed at and it said "wash when dirty." I couldn't help thinking that this was truly a garment designed for a man.