Well, I've been working on the garden for a couple of weeks now, and got some other jobs done as well that needed tools out, and... I think I may have accidentally invented the most British thing ever!
With everything, I've had the table saw out on the patio - with the Gazebo out to protect it from inclement weather, so I didn't need to cart it round to the garage each night.
Given the location of the outdoor electricity, this means that we haven't been able to use the washing line. Until I finished and cleared up yesterday.
So got some laundry done overnight, and... put it out to dry under the gazebo.
I think I might the gazebo up for longer, purely for this purpose.
Labrador for scale.
I insisted on wearing the (clean) puke bowl from the recovery room, all the way home through Central London and on the train, as a hat, while complaining loudly that I didn't get a sticker. * Then I slept for about 13 hours.
*I have no memory of this, it's what my fiancee told me the next day while cackling madly as she said it
"Years ago, when I was window shopping with my son and grandson, my grandson saw a wine glass in a Hallmark shop. He said, 'Look Dad, that's the kind of cup Grandma likes!'" — Sherry W.