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I hate hate hate laundry day!
This morning looked pretty promising, with clear blue skies, so I decided it was worth taking a chance on washing my towels today. By the time the first load was out of the machine, it wasn't looking quite as clear, and it was very windy, but I figured I could still get away with it.
Just as I'm getting the second load of towels out of the machine, Rowan comes in to tell me the washing line has fallen over!
*pulls hair out in frustration*
The only thing I can think of is that the large number of floods we've had in the garden of late must have dislodged the concrete holding the pole in place, as it's cracked into three peices. Combine that with the weight of the towels and the pole snapped clean off.
So we then had to transfer two loads of towels to one of the lines outside the bedrooms - which, if you remember from my rant a couple of weeks back, only gets direct sunlight till about one in the afternoon. After that I take Rowan to Mam's, so his dad can collect him. When I get back, guess what?
The second line has also snapped!!!
I refuse to believe it's due to the weight of the towels, as I've done this kind of wash many, many times and I always leave at least one line of space between each towel so's not to damage the line. So I then had to transfer it all over to the next line in the row - the only other one that isn't damaged in some way or other, and is too high for me to reach the top three rows. *scowls*
I have our clothes in the machine now, and it looks like I'm going to have to tumble dry them. I suppose I could sneak them over to one of the lines outside the other block, but I really don't want to deal with any tenant selfish enough to complain about it.
Bugger!
This morning looked pretty promising, with clear blue skies, so I decided it was worth taking a chance on washing my towels today. By the time the first load was out of the machine, it wasn't looking quite as clear, and it was very windy, but I figured I could still get away with it.
Just as I'm getting the second load of towels out of the machine, Rowan comes in to tell me the washing line has fallen over!
*pulls hair out in frustration*
The only thing I can think of is that the large number of floods we've had in the garden of late must have dislodged the concrete holding the pole in place, as it's cracked into three peices. Combine that with the weight of the towels and the pole snapped clean off.
So we then had to transfer two loads of towels to one of the lines outside the bedrooms - which, if you remember from my rant a couple of weeks back, only gets direct sunlight till about one in the afternoon. After that I take Rowan to Mam's, so his dad can collect him. When I get back, guess what?
The second line has also snapped!!!
I refuse to believe it's due to the weight of the towels, as I've done this kind of wash many, many times and I always leave at least one line of space between each towel so's not to damage the line. So I then had to transfer it all over to the next line in the row - the only other one that isn't damaged in some way or other, and is too high for me to reach the top three rows. *scowls*
I have our clothes in the machine now, and it looks like I'm going to have to tumble dry them. I suppose I could sneak them over to one of the lines outside the other block, but I really don't want to deal with any tenant selfish enough to complain about it.
Bugger!
