Once upon a time, there was a boy, there was a girl......They were neighbours in Edinburgh.
The boy hung his washing out on the line on dry and sunny days and took it in again when it was dry. If it wasn't dry, he popped it into the tuble dryer. It was never left out over night.
The girl was a clartie wee besom and left her washing out for days at a time, regardless of weather conditions.
Even today, I see her rules of laundry are being properly applied: The washing was out on the line since yesterday. She just hauled it in, all bar one wee item. Within two minutes, the line was full again. The one item from yesterday is still on the line.
There, the washing will stay until she's done another lot, whether that's in an hour, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year...
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do you think she's really washing it or just hanging it out to get rid of the fag reek?
Well, it's mainly kiddy's clothes... But I know she gives them joints to smoke, so, well... Who the hell knows?
Today, and this is the gospel truth, she locked the wee kiddy out in the garden and it was drizzling. It was crying and calling for it's Mum. I was out having a fag. She came out about five minutes later and told the child to calm down, "Mummy was on the phone."
Christ, so she wanted to hear the person on the other end of the phone. Great idea - lock the child out in the rain, that'll fix it!
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