My Dirty Little Secret

I have a dirty little secret. Or technically, I guess, a clean one.

Lurking at the back of Josh's chest of drawers are 5 beautiful, pristine, reusable nappies, the ones that I bought to try cloth nappies before splashing out on a full set. And no, they're not pristine because I am a super-mum, busy scrubbing and bleaching them back to perfection after every use. And strangely they're not pristine because I don't fancy washing them when they get dirty or because I don't have time to use them. They're pristine because I'm scared.