Oh Me, Myself and I

Serves ya right for not following your own most excellent advice re the absolute necessity of (attempting to) dry(ing) clothes overnight in Dunedin. So, failing to do so the recent Saturday night, they got out late Sunday afternoon, thus ending up relatively sodden by the wee hours of Monday morning: a time at which every sensible man, woman and their dog - and moggy - are, naturally enough, 'up and at 'em rushing out (and back in) from their friendly neighbourhood clothesline. Yeah, right! (Truly - in my case anyhow.)