A great day for the laundry, we've got a dry one; the washing can blow excessively on the washing line. Most of my time has been spent working around the time schedule of the washing machine programmes. That is substantially different from meditating while watching the laundry cycle round through the porthole of the machine door, which I remember doing years ago, when I regularly used laundrettes. It was even more 'exciting' in the laundrette when your wash load graduated to the tumble drying machines that ate an awful lot of coins in payment for using them. They had bigger doors with a great big porthole. What must my eyes have looked like when I eventually left the premises with my laundered and dried load.
Now, I am working round the drying time. I shall slip away from blog soon, to prepare the evening meal. By the time that is done and all has been eaten, I am very sure that everything pegged out on the line, with extra pegs, will be absolutely battered dry by the fierce mild winds that are currently blasting here. Weighted down with what I will have eaten, I should be well grounded to fight the elements and relieve the rotary drying line of my many washed items. With luck, I'll avoid the rotary drying line from bashing me while I fight to get the washing in the laundry basket.
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