Today is the fourth day in a row I've been able to hang washing on the line. I love it!
Almost 20 years ago was when I first felt grown up. I looked out the window and thought "What a beautiful day! I'll be able to get lots of washing dried!" I recoiled in horror, and I ran through to the children and asked "Would anyone like a picnic lunch at the park?" That suggestion was treated with great joy.
But now, 20 years later, I'm happy being happy about dry washing. I'm also very happy looking around my clean, tidy and decluttered sitting room and knowing that this is the time for me to sit and crochet.
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