It’s not often that The Editor looks forward to hanging out a load of washing on the line. It’s not that he hates doing washing, it’s just that he doesn’t look forward to it the way that one looks forward to going out for dinner or seeing DMac play at The Espy. But today, having exhausted the washing pile, the bed sheets and the towels, Ed’s been furiously searching out new and interesting things around the house to put in the washing machine. In you go, oven mitts.

You see, The Editor’s been locked in the spare bedroom all weekend working on uni assignments and today is such a lovely day. GrodsHQ has a great north-facing backyard that is bathed in sunlight — you know that warm, life-giving sunlight at the arse-end of winter? Ed went out this morning to hang out the first load of weekend washing and was filled with happiness. There was a brief plan to carry the desktop computer out the back and find a long extension lead but this was tempered by the reality of McBec’s potential response. So back into the study cave Ed goes, dragging his feet, after putting on another load of washing. Thus guaranteeing a return trip to the backyard in 25 minutes.