Failed immigrant blog for all.
Be glad you do not live in Ireland. We had drying clothes down to an art form--entire loads of laundry put up on the line and taken down again in under 10 seconds because every minute it's not raining is a potential minute your clothes could be drying. Aside from the poopy sweater, I bet your clothes smelled lovely after three days in the fresh air.
Haha. Too true. When I lived in England, we had a similar problem with wet weather.
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