A snatched glance through the window confirmed her fears … The washing line stretched to breaking point / his and hers matching Darth Vader underpants billowing dangerously and threatening to snap their pegs / garden furniture tipping precariously ….. Oh it was petrifying….
Wasting no time at all I told her it was quite safe, put a plastic bag on her head and sent her outside to deal with the mayhem, while I, clad in flip flops and pyjama bottoms, grabbed the Nikon and headed for the hills.
When the rain came it really came but I cracked these off super-sharpish….
You’ll be pleased to hear that Mrs Shpics, (almost dry now), coped well and that garden devastation was minimal…
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