The Washing Line

Some of you (probably most of you) know a thing or two more than me about general housework and, in particular, washing clothes. And you’re probably shaking your head in exasperation at how I’ve bunched these clothes onto the line and saying to yourselves, “Debra, that’s no way to get your washing dry... and what were you thinking mixing up the colours like that?!” Well, I can explain. This is not, as it first appears, my washing. It’s much worse than that. These are clothes that I’ve already washed (by hand), hung up, dried, brought inside, folded and put away... and now they’re back on the line being aired!

The humidity dropped from 80 to 72% this morning and a fair breeze sprang up so it was a good day to put my wardrobe out to air. We’ve had some problems with clean clothes going mouldy before we get to wear them. Nic’s leather belt is a write-off too. Ah, the delights of a tropical paradise – they don’t mention mouldy clothes in the Lonely Planet!