Monday, February 18, 2008

The joys of house-sharing

No. 111: Staring out of your window at other people's shapeless, faded underwear drying on the washing line.

Is it just me, or is the sight of a pair of thick greyish tights hanging limply on a washing line one of the most drab, depressing sights in the world?

Plus, there's a sock hanging from between their legs. Which is just wrong.

Especially when the wind blows.


MsAnn said...

Not just you. Made me laugh, that did.

I got a job once (I was told afterwards) because the other candidate (who had similar skills) was (apparently) wearing a pair of 'thick lisle stockings' and they thought she'd 'bore the students'. ??

Roll on summer, huh...

Occasional Poster of Comments said...

Thanks :)

Was thinking of adding a photo, but decided it was probably best left to the imagination. Or at least funnier.

Roll on summer, indeed. Although, of course, that might mean weather more suitable for drying stuff outside...

Taiga the Fox said...

I came to Cornwall for the views definitely made my day :)

miss-cellany said...

>Especially when the wind blows.<

Brings to mind threats of nuclear winter in the 80s. Perhaps it was all to do with grey tights.

Would a copy of this cheerful tome improve the situation?

On second thoughts, perhaps not.

Occasional Poster of Comments said...

I think I saw that leaflet at secondary school, as well as that Raymond Briggs film. Hmm, add that to a Roman Catholic education and all those alarming graphs they kept showing us of the earth's dwindling natural resources, and it's probably no wonder I tended towards gloominess.

Jen said...

That sock hates those tights.