Now as I said, my husband is exceptionally house-proud he lived alone as a bachelor for many years in a perfectly kept house. so I was puzzled when I came down on Saturday morning to put the washing on to discover he had already started it. He had sorted the loads out using a system that had nothing to do with the colour of the garments.

I thanked him for starting the washing and told him that he had sorted the loads wrong and you cannot put light colours with dark colours.
I went off to the shops thinking he would leave the rest of the laundry to me. I was wrong. He had put another load in mixing the darks with the lights, groan. I looked out on the clothes line and noticed that he had hung my favourite red knit top out stretching it across the line with 4 pegs, it looked like he had crucified it.
I then noticed he had put my brand new bra in the machine without a lingerie bag.
When I pulled the next load out of the machine I noticed that his system had managed to separate two pairs of my white socks. So one of each was in each load. The first load did not run any colour but the second one did, so I have two pairs of white socks one of each pair is now grey.
Then the hanging out which he does from time to time is also quite strange, he uses enough clothes pegs to ensure that a cyclone would not blow the washing of the line. The problem with this is that we have frequent showers here, a nice sunny day can turn to rain at any time. So when you make a mad dash out to the line to get the washing in it takes forever to get all the pegs off.
Now I know I should be grateful for his help, and I am, but I came to the conclusion that there must be some method to his madness. I think he is trying to make sure that I do all the washing on Friday so that he can not "help" me with it on Saturday.