And so, the opposite of happiness must be...

...opening the washing machine to pull out the nappies you put on to wash last night. Diving straight in, both hands, pulling out the wet items with efficient speed so you can hang them out in today's gorgeous, wild, slightly warm-tinged breeze.

And then letting the stench hitting your nose finally sink in to your fuzzy morning-brain.

These stink! Some of these nappies need a damn good sun-soaking...... Must be those bamboo ones..... oh. Shit. Literally. Then I remember.

I didn't turn on the machine last night.

Don't worry. I washed up before I came and bashed this frustration out on the keyboard.