I am now the proud owner of a rotary washing line. I’ve wanted one since I was 6 years old. Sadly, my mum always preferred the archaic clothes prop methodology.
It’s only taken me a decade of garroting friends, neighbours and playmates with our wonky washing lines and … I’ve finally decided enough is enough.
I’ve just spent 15 minutes in the garden twirling it around and around. It’s like the 1960s have just arrived and I couldn’t be happier.
Not my mum. Obvs.