The joy of just hanging out

Now this might not look like much to the casual viewer; just a load of washing hanging on a washing line, slightly stuck in a tree.  To me, it’s a revelation. 

We’ve been here over two years now and whenever I’ve put the washing out I’ve had to make sure the dark stuff goes closer to the central pole and that the show side of each item does not touch the washing line.  This is because the washing line was green and everything pegged to it had little green moss lines on it afterwards.

Today, before I put the washing out, I cut the old line down and replaced it with new line.  The replacement line’s been waiting for about a year but I somehow thought Ian would do it.  That of course would have required Ian to hang the washing out and then notice the little green lines.  What possessed me to think it would ever make onto, let alone to the top of, his To Do List I will never know.

I can’t say it was quick, but it was easy. 

Below is some of the old line… looks like the results of the gardening I did later in the day, but it’s white washing line.

Payback time

I love child labour.  The girls moved about 300 logs (they were counting, I’ve forgotten the details) for 1p a log, doubled if they finished the whole log pile.  They did.  Marvellous.

They did pretty well out of it in the end – they exchanged the cash option for books and I’m sure I completely overpaid… I’m a sucker for books.

A pool without a leak

Ian fixed the pool.  It was doubly heroic because it was bitterly cold, even indoors by the fire.  Outside standing in ice water it was very, very cold.  He drained the pool, cut out the rot, and filled it.  He even braved electrical appliances in the pool – my only job to stand by and cut the electricity supply if all did not go according to plan.

We hope this will mean that there is far less water flowing in and out of the ground and that therefore the algae problem will be reduced… we hope.