Today is laundry day for me. Seems the people in the upstairs apartment were doing laundry today too - unfortunately though, their washing machine hose got bored sending the water into the drain and decided take the scenic route instead, visiting the roof space and pouring out the light fittings and smoke alarm in our apartment hallway.
After we turned the smoke alarm off (which, it seems, doubles as a flood alarm) and emptied the buckets and pots, mopped up the splashes and puddles, made the appropriate phone calls, Jet and I continued with our own laundry - starting with all the towels we'd used to divert the flood.
It seems when it comes to laundry, he's especially good at ironing - is there *anything* this dog can't do?