I just did something I never thought I'd do up here in Red Dirt Central. After nearly two years, and just two weeks before we leave, I made Hubby bring the dryer out of the shed and set it up for me!
It has rained here since Tuesday night. Sure it's stopped for an hour or so, here and there, but it has been grey, gloomy (reasonably, unseasonably and fabulously cool) and wet for five long days. In fact, we've had over 100ml in the last 24 hours alone. We have the tiniest of back patios that gets soaked with every shower and nowhere to dry clothes. We do have a line strung up in the shed but that only goes so far and, with no breeze in there, anything on it takes ages to dry. After five days of putting off the washing because, "the rain can't last too much longer" we had hit desperation point. The toilet-training toddler had no underwear and was most displeased, the school-going lad had no uniforms and was becoming quite anxious and the parents-who-work-to-feed-clothe-and-keep-the-offspring-well-shod were in dire need of appropriate apparel. Hence the cry to Hubby.
Now I have a couple of loads of clean washing, each person in the house has been appeased, and the best bit (which I'd forgotten)... after they've been in the dryer, there's no need for ironing!
The rivers around here aren't the only water bodies in danger of flooding. Here's a picture of the pool this morning. The water level usually sits just under the top section.