Do you ever watch old movies or ones set in Sicily and there are clothes lines strung up between people’s apartments, clothes lines on little pulleys so that you can put your clothes out and pull them back in?
Well, I have one of those.
I can’t admit to ever finding washing the clothes particularly exciting. But it takes on a whole new perspective when you have to hoist the line in and out like a sail. And look at our clothes dangling out 4 stories above the carpark! (warning, may contain images of smalls)
Meanwhile, on the first floor, a neat row of socks marches along the line.