Never trust a slug with your laundry. This is advice I should've heeded before I let Gino the Slug wash my smalls. They were washed, folded and in a completely different colour. Naturally I had to punish Gino despite his protestations that it wasn't his fault and that somebody had put a rogue yellow garment into the wash. Now I'm forced to go shopping, which I'm loathe to do, to purchase more undergarments. Gino shall never wash my smalls again, I assure you of that. (He actually won't be doing much of anything at all now).
In Maputo I am known for my love of tinned tuna.