A narrowboats journey through repair, cruising, and other joys of the english waterways.
This is an odd sight. I was hanging my shirts up over the weekend post the white wash, and noticed this little number… quite extraordinary. he must have arrived post-wash, but he is dead and very stretched out. I haven’t moved him, naturally.
posted by MortimerBones at
1:13 PM
Standing on the roof, with the wind in my hair, gulls cry I sigh, living it up here. The rain meanders along, soaking me to the bone, and ah, as I stand there... no longer alone.
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3 Comments:
It's not been ironed has it?
Martin.
How extraordinary, you hanging up your shirts ...
Martin - ironed? Whatever is that?
WeepingCross - cheeky!!! I have found that hanging while damp makes a bit difference to the flatness of the material.....
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