you know what weigh more than ten kilos of dirty laundry? that dirty laundry being washed, clean and wet. as if i wasn't bothered enough by the weight, the bags made my dress crawl further and further up my thighs, ending up showing off my bum to everyone walking down chatsworth road. oh well. one man's misery is another man's amusement... and i did enjoy having that coffee, reading "the hobbit" at venetia's waiting for the laundry getting washed.