Sunday-did three million hours of ironing, finally got all of my clothes back of off the floor in the back bedroom and into the wardrobe in the actual bedroom.
Monday-Mark was really busy, so helped him out by doing another two hours of his ironing.
Monday… But much later- many many swears from the bedroom, and a massive hand print on my newly cleaned mirror. Mark splats a rogue moth. Sigh. Kinda thought we’d seen the back of those guys.
Tonight- take all clothes out of wardrobe, deconstruct bedroom so can get under the furniture, hoover… steam… super potent bug spray. Complain. Cross fingers.