It is a joy to be out in the morning before or after breakfast, hanging a load of nappies. If we are both home, we sometimes argue about who gets to do this job. Pleasure that also gets you housework points. Grace will play world cup soccer under the Hills Hoist with her pink ball while you work. For someone who doesn't really stand yet she has a pretty good kick. Then the garden distracts. It is all so easy to be sunny and happy with such blue skies.
By the end of the day, the nappies are crispy dry, smelling of sunshine. I'm not so keen on bringing the nappies in because that means sorting, shaking out the spiders, mites and blossom skeletons, folding and putting away. So I leave that bit for the next day. But I'm always in a rush bringing the washing in because there's a million and one other things to do.