Friday weather blogging:
Got caught by the weather today. Where was the acquired skepticism of a seasoned Melburnian when I believed the Bureau of Metereology's forecast of wind and showers? Today the Bom is not da bomb.
Comments: the bom
I was lucky and was emoh ruo for some time. Great day to do washing. It's all back inside and dry. So there you go.
Posted by Francis Xavier Holden at July 29, 2005 07:04 PM
Missed the window of sunshine.
But then again I'm becoming quite attached to the stable of clothes-horses residing in the lounge. Last count was 3 - only one unstable.
Posted by boynton at July 29, 2005 08:52 PM
no - the washing secret is that its a good wind that drys not sunshine. A nice wind will out dry sunshine any day. Take my word for it missus.
The secret with the clothes horse is not to put the tatty underwear on top in full view in case of visitors.
Posted by Francis Xavier Holden at July 29, 2005 11:14 PM
Yes - but the wind had some shine in it today instead of July chill? (I feel very defensive about my level of knowledge of secret Hills Hoist business)
Not on top indeed. Alwyas place underwear under where the hapless vistor won't happen to casually glance at the pants. Unless of course the vistor's underwhelming presence wears thin.
Posted by boynton at July 29, 2005 11:24 PM
I am astounded by these exchanges! (since I am very aware of the intelligence of these 2 people).
Sheep station on the Coorong 1962: Aunty Jean decreed all underwear on clothesline had to be hung inside pillowslips so the shearers and farmhands could not see it.
Posted by Brownie at August 3, 2005 06:40 PM
I'm not covering the legs of the piano quite yet, Brownie. ;)
Perhaps it has more to do with the "state" of the underpants than the underpants themselves, which can indeed be a thing of joy and beauty?
Posted by boynton at August 3, 2005 06:56 PM