Good old dickhead Pillcat, who gets a little bit ditsier and dozier for every day she gets older, merrily washed a pair of pants yesterday that had 2 fishes and 1/2 a blue love in a sachet in the pocket. Pinger confidently assured her that sachets are 100% waterproof, and that the pills might be a little traumatised by their heavy-soil, low-spin, 40 degree, OMO experience, but would be largely intact and ready for action. He was wrong.
They stayed largely in their plastic home, but plenty of OMO-rich water invaded them, turning them into mushy squishy blobs of their former selves.
The way I look at it, what's a little OMO (with added enzymes!) in comparison to the rest of what I regularly hurl down my gullet. But is that really gross? Should I try and dry them first? Am I a complete mental case?
Cat
They stayed largely in their plastic home, but plenty of OMO-rich water invaded them, turning them into mushy squishy blobs of their former selves.
The way I look at it, what's a little OMO (with added enzymes!) in comparison to the rest of what I regularly hurl down my gullet. But is that really gross? Should I try and dry them first? Am I a complete mental case?
Cat