I've tried to write this blog a couple of times this morning but I've been interrupted; first, by the Coles delivery and then by Marilyn announcing there was washing to be hung out. Hanging out washing is my least favourite activity, and one of the more dangerous. Because we only have a narrow back yard, there is no room for a Hills Hoist. Instead, we have a rectangular frame which can fold down when not being used and when it's up, there's plenty of room for our few bits and pieces, even a couple of sheets.
However, it was erected to be at the right height for your average 5 foot 2 inch housewife, rather than the 6 foot 2 inch person who actually uses it, and the height is not adjustable. Inevitably, I crack my head every time. This morning, I happened to encounter one of the corner pieces which was sharper than I expected and I now have blood soaking into my hair and streaming down my face. Bugger!
What's the solution? Can the frame be raised a few inches? Do I need to wear a helmet? Can the washing be left until Friday so the cleaning lady can do it?
When I've recovered, I'll come to a decision.
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