I know this is going to sound strange (in fact, i can't believe i am even about to share this) but you know those days when the sky is crystal blue and the cool southerly wind blows, i love nothing more then to hang my washing out, spread my towel out under it and lay to watch my washing flap in the wind.
For some reason it takes me to such a happy place, a place back in my childhood where my long blond hair would be flowing and my father pushing me on the swing, with me begging him to push me higher. I used to giggle so hard that i struggled to even stay seated.
I love those days.
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