Grr, argh.

My good raincoat (full-length hooded London Fog) just got killed by a cheap ballpoint pen that ended up in the wash with it. I consider it to be a manifestation of fundamental deep injustice in the world that the wombat-consort's clothing, which almost certainly smuggled the pen into the washing machine, appears completely unscathed by the experience. Mind you, even if his clothing had sucked up the ink instead, it would've been much easier to clean, since it adheres to the unspoken law of all-natural fibers for a chemist's lab wardrobe (you don't want your clothes dissolving around you if you splash solvent onto yourself), whereas if I attempt to solvent-dab the ink off synthetic microsuede, it'll probably just dissolve that piece of coat.

At least the stains are close enough to the hem that I can pretend it's mud. Black, tarry mud. Even after an immediate warm-water followup cycle with detergent scrubbed directly over the ink. Sigh.