Hung up to dry.

I am so lucky to have incredibly lovely neighbours who don't give two hoots if I take over the whole of the drying green, or hang out my washing on every day of the week.
I wish I'd lived here when the boys were wee for back then I had some very petty neighbours with regards washing lines.

My next door neighbour dropped by this afternoon with his pyjama trousers, a reel of cotton, 2 needles and a button in his hand. He asked if I could sew the button on for him. I looked at his shaky old hands, the wrinkles that lined his old face and the frailty of his eyesight.
I said, "For goodness sake man, can you no just wear a pair of braces to bed."
Well, that's the kind of thing he'd say to me too. So I'm off to sew a button on his pyjamas so he doesn't have them falling around his ankles.

I'm told it's the last of the warm, sunny days today and rain will be the agenda by which to plan by for a while.