Zali and Simone hate Mondays. It's laundry day at Schyterbolle. We traipse up the steps, down the steps, up, down, down up... The two of them finally give out at the end of the day and wait for me on the landing.
Zali doesn't even bother to move. I have to mince around him with my loads of clothing, towels and sheets. Simone will pop up as I arrive. She does not understand that I can't see her under the laundry basket so I do this little wacky chicken dance to avoid dumping them on her head.
*Sigh* I wish Zali were a better choreographer.