My back garden is only overlooked by neighbours if they are upstairs and making a point of looking, in which case good luck to them - they need psychiatric help if a view of my 'smalls' is enticing.
I sometimes dry my undies in the dryer if I'm in a hurry, but my husband always hangs them out - I once found him pegging them up singing 'knickers on the line' to the tune of Strangers in the Night.
New series of *This city is ours* on iPlayer now
a personal comment on this stockpiling
Boring Bedding Laundry Conundrum
Will Labour backing rejoining be the “end” or the “making” of them??
Rejoice! Chancellor Healey Will Give Us Cheap Marmalade & Gherkins.




