Hi,
I've never written anything before, know nothing about the context etc but if this guy a bit of a waster, maybe he doesn't work, always getting grief from his GF about doing nothing / living of her etc?
Maybe??
She's walking around a messy lounge hurridly trying to get ready for work, eating toast off a plate on the sideboard and slurping coffee from a cup in her hand, she slips and dissapears from view behind the sofa, she emerges, covered in coffee and holding a copy of penthouse (implying this is what she slipped on). Angry, she opens the door to the bed room, he's still in bed, she throws the magazine at him and shouts, 'will you please tidy the flat today!!! I've been asking you for a week now.' he groans half asleep and she leaves buttoning a new blouse on her way.
Fast forward to him walking around the lounge stepping over beer cans and half eaten plates of food etc like someone trying to avoid cowpats in a field. Back in the bedroom he says 'I know, I'll do some washing, minimum effort maximum effect....just let the machine do all the work!'
He picks up some socks and pants and cramms them with both hands into an already full wicker laundry basket, forces on the lid and carries it (like a heavy stone, legs apart etc) to the washing machine in a very messy and dirty kitchen, opens the door and tips it stragight in, cramming it, at first the door won't close so he uses his foot to ram the clothes in, still won't close, he sits on his backside using the kitchen units opposite (galley kitchen) as leverage and manages to force the door closed. Content he presses the on button and walks off.
Fast forward to him in a sparklingly clean kitchen, washing up drying in the draining rack, on the phone to his GF, the phone tucked between his head and shoulder as he uses his hands to empty machine.
Telephone conversation
'.....yes, I've cleaned the lounge.(she speaks).....and the kitchen..(she speaks).......yesss....and the bathroom....(she speaks)....what that?.....Oh I just used your dads squash racquet and poked it down..(she speaks)...well I'll wash it won't I !!.(defensively).....(she speaks)...you know once you start it's quite theraputic really.........(he holds one of her blouses up to look at it)...(all through the conversation he's been reaching in, pulling out, holding aloft, folding and putting the clothes in the basket on the work surface) (back to the phone conversation)
she speaks).....the cat?....no I haven't seen her all day......must be out.....(she speaks)...well I haven't heard the cat flap go...(she speaks)..haven't you (implying that she has just told him that she hasn't got a catflap)....maybe she's alseep somewhere then.......(she speaks).....does she...aaaaahhhhhh...(as in aint she cute)...what....in the washing basket? (half laughing)...(she speaks)......(his face turns serious as he looks down at the empty laundry basket on the kitchen floor) .(she speaks) he bends down still listening to her speak, and slowly, dreading, tentatively reaches into the washing machine and pulls out the flattened, sodden corpse of her black cat, flattened spread eagle).............
where it goes from there I don't know.
Anyway if you like it do what you want with it, if not don't worry, I can't tell if it's funny or not but you have to have a go at least.
Sorry about the spelling and gramma too!!!