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.