I think, I have a goblin in my wardrobe. Or the wash-room, or both.
Because just when I get to the bottom of the washing basket, no sooner do I turn around, than it’s full once more. Come to think of it, I think there may be a goblin in the kitchen too – because the same thing happens with the washing up.
And, what about all the mail and paperwork that comes through the letterbox? That either needs shredding,...