Yesterday was a terrible day …

… Actually, Saturday, which began so well, ended up being the terrible beginning to a terrible day.
I was feeling splendid, a bit of a chill in the air had perked me right up. The prospect of sleeping under covers more than a sheet, filled me with glee. And so to the wooden chest I went, to select from my collection of light-weight, pretty quilts.
Fuck. Really, there is no other word that fits. Mold and mildew had invaded my quilts. The smell was dismaying and the weather, well ... what I really needed was one of those red-hot days with a prevailing westerly. What I had was grey & sporadic rain. It was, at least, quite windy. I hoped it was enough.
Washing, washing, washing. Sven, not being an industrial fellow, merely domestic, it was one quilt per load. A few required more than one go, in order to make that smell go away.
Canesten came into play (and I’m not one of those anti-bacterial everything people but really, the strong stuff was required). They mostly dried, and did overnight in the house, draped over everything we own. Most of the staining seems to have come out, thanks to Orange Power.
All the luggage has been evicted from the airy wardrobe space and stuffed into the wooden box (after a mighty Lampe Berger treatment) so the quilts will have a new home. And the last quilt is drying as I type (the pale-yellow satin, antique, hand pierced one), in the strong breeze, but I am keeping a wary eye on that sky, I don’t trust it, not at all.
This has never happened before, where did I go wrong???