One thing about us having a dry afternoon with gales, washing can be quadruple pegged on the line and be battered dry by the forceful winds. Of Course, that doesn't account for our birdie friends who quite like shitting on the washing, in particular, my drying towels. They left their dirty grey mucky calling card on the largest towel, great splashes of it and the towel was bone dry.....typical.
It's just gone 8pm and it's light outside, however temperatures have dropped, it is very chilly. I can let the towel blow for a bit longer. Our feathered friends are resting now and are highly unlikely to notify me of anymore visits.
|Washing Machine Bushes|