It's gone midnight and there's still washing in the machine. I'm plainly turning into an eccentric old lady - but what's so bad about that?
I've just hung up the first load of washing. Some had to go on the radiators - the house is going to be SO hot tomorrow! - but apparentlt teenagers need to wear the same clothes every day. Favourite clothes are on the heaters. The rest is out on the line.
The big problem with hanging clothes on the line at night is the moths. As soon as the door opens, they're attracted by the light - and hanging up the washing at midnight in the dark would be too eccentric. Anyway, I woudn't see what I was doing. I just had to chase a moth off the keyboard. It was a small moth and I was very gentle - but I couldn't see how to get it outside again.
There's still some washing up to do. Still, no-one's complaining and I'm running my own life.
It's a shame I have to be up early. I'd rather like to read in bed for a while ... but it wouldn't be a good idea.
Goodnight, all - and thanks for the friendly comments.