Remember a time when you may have stained a piece of garment by mistake. You know the panic feeling and then the rush to try to remove it before it is permanent. That garment being squashed and brushed and scraped until you are not sure whether the stain has been removed or not. You scrub it with soap until all you can see are bubbles and more bubbles. Rinsing it out hoping that the stain has been removed completely and that the garment you adore stupidly is still wearable. Then you squeeze and drain the water from the garment before hanging it up to dry with all the others. Today I understand, just in the slightest, what the garment would feel if it is capable of feelings.