OLYMPIC FEAT.

A happy bleat, for a change, about drying washing and restricting the use of the tumble dryer. The weather has been playing massively manipulative games, getting to the stage where no sooner is a load of washing out on the line, it gets horribly wet by courtesy of Mother Nature, not to mention that I get soaked speedily rescuing the washing from the line. It is also noticeably colder, about 10 degrees Celsius with an icy nip. We'll be lucky to get 12 degrees at any high noon from now on. 

Running in and out to the washing line is becoming an unpleasant Olympic feat. There should be an athletic category for it in the Olympic Games. There are times when I feel I deserve to receive a gold medal for all the effort that goes into external laundry drying! 

This is what I would really like to have. I cannot have one because there's no suitable space for for it.


With a basket of washing ready and going nowhere fast, I chatted with hubbie about the ongoing difficulties with drying our laundry. He remembered that we stored under the house a square four section metal dryer frame on wheels, many years ago It was brought out into the daylight and on examining it, we found there was one broken rod, probably the reason for storing it, (rather than discarding the airer). A metallurgist was required....well, not really.   A quick soldering job on the broken rod has the airer erected and in use. Yay! Not that I am bothered, but, hubbie thinks that the airer needs a cosmetic touch to conceal the point of repair.

My dryer bears some likeness to the one below, but is not as tall. I don't have as many racks.