As much as I love winter, there is one thing that I really hate.
I love the cold, crisp mornings.
Walking the dog on the moors, the frost crunching underfoot.
Coming back to a very warm lounge, wood burner lit.
I love the dark evenings, being cosy and warm inside.
But the one thing I hate is washing.
Firstly we seem to have a never ending mountain of it.
Especially at the moment with Monkey potty training.
And it would seem that in the last few weeks,
I have realised that I have more washing than I do airers and space on radiators,
to dry it!
It seems to be everywhere.
You walk in the front door and there in front of you,
is a radiator covered in underwear and socks.
The dining room is full, on airers and on the fire guard.
And I hate it.
I hate the fact that if people come around they will just see washing every where.
I don't invite people around!
I am someone who would quite happily have the tumble dryer on all the time if,
- it worked properly and
-if it didn't cost so much!
Just to get rid of it from inside the house.
Another reason, then that I love the cold, crisp, sunny days.
Is that I can but try to dry the washing outside.
Today the sun has shone,
for a little while and so I endeavoured to get the big stuff out on the line.
It wasn't out there for long,
and when I brought it back in it was just as wet.
But the sight of washing on the line,
brings a little smile!