BACK BUT DEFINITELY WITHOUT A BANG

I was missing the good old days when I used to be an active blogger. Its been ages since I wrote anything. I think I stopped blogging because I ran out of ideas or rather I ran out of topics. But I have realized after reading my previous posts, that I actually never had a topic to write about. I just rambled on and on. So I think it is about time that I started rambling on again. I wonder whether much has changed at mvblogosphere. There are many new bloggers and most of them actually have a topic to write about unlike me.
Maybe I should write about the horrible but historically irrelevant ( irrelevant to the society not to me) incident that strengthened my belief that pets are a nuisance and animals and humans need not coexist in close proximity. It was a nice sunny day, it was before we were faced with the gloomy, cloudy, rainy cold five day show. I have a terminally ill washing machine. The dryer doesn't work, and the rest of the machine also works when it feels like. And it was one of those days when the machine thought it would be hilarious if it ignored all of my instructions and acted dead. I wasn't particularly amused since, I had a lot of bed sheets to wash. Anyway I decided that I was going to have the last laugh and not the 'supposedly dead' washing machine. So I just hand washed them, I should have known even then and there that something is not quite right. As I am a very lazy person, so ideally I shouldn't have the energy to hand wash BED SHEETS. So after all that washing I was happy about two things. Number 1. I won and the washing machine lost. Number 2. All that washing must have burnt a few calories in this body of mine. I took the bed sheets out and hung them out to dry. Actually I spread them on the joalifathi, the sun was scorching hot so I new that I would have clean, dry and very fresh bed sheets by the evening. Evening came and I had totally forgotten about the HAND WASHED precious laundry outside. After dinner I brought them inside. I was glowing because my hard day's labour had resulted fruitful. So before putting the laundry down, I felt this irresistible urge to smell it. So I took a deep breathe in, and with it came the freshest smell of cat urine. And I even rubbed my face in it ( take note it was before I realized that it contained cat urine). FYI, I know this cat, not personally, but we have crossed path a few times.
This is why I keep my distance from animals of all sorts, but still I had to face this horrible, emotionally scarring incident. And I had to take a shower too. The bed sheets were washed again by a loved one. Bless her. See this was irrelevant, unlike the documentary about our young president. But in my case all the events are based on true first hand experiences. Ok then. The end.