Birds

Today I did laundry. I know I know... You can stop applauding now....
Except I might never do this again.
My boyfriend has a great habit of putting his dirty rugby clothes on my balcony.
I say great because there they can dry in the sun so they don't smell (at least not IN my house).
So yeah.. eh great. Today I was working on my 15 minutes of house cleaning, which was really necessary since I had been ill for 4 days and the house was a mess.
And when to choose between doing 4 days of dishes and taking the rugby clothing to the washing machine, I'll do the washing :)
I grabbed a bag put the clothes in and walked to the washing machine. I grabbed the clothes pushed them in the machine and then heard a squeak.
I froze. It was either a mouse or a bird... Well don't be silly... It isn't... just go on.....
got on and then another squeak... I gently asked my neighbor, who is very well acquainted with all my irrational fears to help me. "Eeh... I think there might be a little bird in the washing machine.. and I am scared...." He then started taking the clothes out of the machine and another squeak..... Yep that's a bird...
At that point I fled to my room and didn't dare to look any more.
And then I heard a voice: But then again..... and he pushed the filling part back and forth...
I think those are the bouncy parts in you machine.... No bird at all....
Best relieve ever :)