Have just put a wash on line.............

I don't think I can join the washing line ocd club. One sock of a pair might be at one end of the line and the other at the far end (DD always wears odd socks anyway, so it hardly matters. I just pair them up any old how). I just hang things up in the order they come out of the basket. Sheets are pegged at the corners so that there isn't a crease from being over the line, and so that they billow out like spinnaker sails. I used to peg out nappies all in a line together, linked at the corners, but that was probably more to do with their coming out of the wash together than anything else.

IT appears that Bags is saner than us lot!

I should let you lot loose on DH. He thinks I'm being an OTT Fusspot if I ask him to wipe his tea rings off the kitchen counter!! I keep telling him You think I'm fussy? You ain't seen nothin' yet.

I feel better - I thought I was the maddest member! Like Bags, I just peg things in any order and my daughter tuts and rearranges them but I think she just wants to cut down on ironing.
I can't remember when I last ironed anything, but the time has come to get out my cotton trousers so I will have to iron them. I iron on my bed, as I haven't got room for an ironing board. I just put a thick towel on the duvet and kneel down at the foot of the bed. O.K. so I am the maddest member!

A good way to iron the duvet cover too, Greatnan - if you are so inclined. I save up the ironing until I have nothing to wear and I have no preferences about the order in which I peg out the washing, apart from pairing up socks. Lakeland have nifty little gizmos for keeping socks together in the wash and they hook onto the washing line too. Not as well reviewed as the old model which I have.

www.lakeland.co.uk/22897/20-Lakeland-Sock-Mates

Talking of lines, I have just done the 10th time-line over a whole week - I kid you not - for the upcoming wedding. It's still crap a mess - so any of you lot with your OCD qualities want a brief break in France for a couple of days to help straighten it out you're very welcome!! [scream emoticon]

What is a time line, Butter? (I do fancy a few days in France, but I am already here!)

gn!

Time line example: Sunday to Sunday, 55 guests, pick-up and drop offs, gite accommodation, civil wedding one day, church and Abbey (in another town) another day , everyone back to my place, catering, party, music, decorations ............. all kinds of deliveries, etc. etc. etc. Trying to make it all come together [scream emoticon]!

I actually thought it was just going to be a simple country wedding.

I am sure it will be a wonderful wedding and you will wonder what you were worrying about.

Ta!

I have just brought my washing in only to find that the birds have done a woopsie all over my trousers, why mine , why not his in doors ?

All this talk of washing takes me back to 1970 when we moved from the Isle of Wight to a remote village in Suffolk. An elderly neighbour invited me for coffee which I thought was very kind as I was only 23, with two small children and eager to get to know people. When she answered my knock at the door she asked if there was a dry outside. I asked her to repeat what she'd said and she asked again if there was a dry. I thought maybe she was expecting a delivery....a drier perhaps?? I had a quick look round and couldn't see anything that might need carrying indoors so I stepped into her kitchen taking care not to trip over the two laundry baskets placed by the door. I was handed a bag of pegs and instructed to help peg everything on the line 'before the dry goes'. The penny dropped. A dry meant a gentle breeze that would deal with the Monday wash. This was my first encounter with a lovely lady who would become a good friend and surrogate granny to my children. We moved from Suffolk to Cambridgeshire many years ago but I think of her every time I peg out a line of washing.

Many, many years ago a neighbour of ours asked if we knew what had happened to her washing, she had put out a line full before she went to town but on her return she discovered that all her washing was missing off the line. Mum and dad said they had no idea, but they had a look up and down the garden path, just if by some chance any of the items were there.
In the end we all gave up looking and drifted back into the house, 20 minutes or so later she was back , banging on the door, and she was in a foul mood. Her husband, while out gardening noticed that it had started to rain and he thought he would be helpful and bring in the washing. How nice you may well think, he will have earned some browine points here, but he let him selfdown by throwing the clean washing on to the floor of the garden shed !!
The washing was covered in dirt and mud, don't think he ever heard the last of that !!