Happiness is...

Happiness is a full line of washing in the sunshine after days of dreary Melbourne winter gloom. And there was even a little breeze.

Even so, the washing still didn't dry completely, so it's airing all around the house. There was such a lot of washing that I've run out of space and will be shuffling all evening. In front of the heater, the dryer, the racks in the doorways. Then tomorrow will be a festival of folding. Arrgh. I think a nip of sherry is in order.

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