Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Walking around in circles for what appeared to hours - but transpired to be minutes - with 5kg of laundry desperately seeking Persil, I eventually located the Dhobi, who relieved me of odorous clothing whilst demanding just over one of the Queen's pounds. Butler wrongly surmised the Dhobi to be a relative of the highly revered Obi Wan.
Google, as always, holds the answer
