I despised it when I was at school and now that I live in a constant cycle of wash, dry, iron, repeat I despise it even more. What am I talking about? The dreaded school uniform.
Each evening, no matter how prepared I am on a Sunday with the whole wash, dry blah, blah, bleurgh, I still seem to end up rushing around trying to get different parts of the Dandelion’s uniforms ready for the following day.
Well, that pile of ever increasing school uniform in my kitchen will soon be a thing of the past. Five more school days until they break up for Easter and that will be the end of my school uniform woes forever. Espana and no uniform here we come!
Sixteen days until removals.