It might have been the Clomid-sized headache or it might have been due to general IVF distraction.
Wobbles needed some clean clothes to pack for two nights away in the city. He’s travelled ahead to combine our long IVF test hike with some work-related meetings beforehand. I did a washing load exclusively of his clothing, and took it straight to the dryer. Our rainy location makes fresh air drying impossible at this time of the year. Had the dryer been located in the house, instead of the garage, maybe I would have noticed there was a problem beforehand.
I opened the dryer door to a cascade of newly-navy dotted garments. Seems like one of Wobbles’ beloved texta pens had stolen away for the entire washing and drying journey. This picture shows some detail of a once all-white tee shirt.
