Hills hoist envy

This afternoon I put in a couple of hours helping my sister and her man move house. It was so exciting. I love all the possibilities of a new house. Even if it isn't mine. Well actually, it's more exciting than moving myself, because I get to go home to all my stuff where it belongs and a knowlege that the only dirt in this house is our dirt. After 17 years, it would be I think. Anyway, it is a lovely old house with an absolutely delightful laundry and an original Hills Hoist with a matching tin peg pucket. I am quite envious in a big sisterly, so glad they found a good house, sort of way.

Hopefully I'm not in trouble for taking these photos and posting them here, but they are just so in the line of Mrs Washalot.