@Sturgis,
ages ago.
I'm a bit busy Sturgie. I could do a number of versions actually. I once made a scientific study of washing hanging out to dry. Yorkshire is said to be the best place for that sort of research because it's a custom there to peg the washing out in the front garden next to the road. I suppose it became a tradition when all the husbands were down the pit for 10 hours and the odd man out was the encylcopeadia salesman going from door to door intent on raising intellectual standards throughout the nation. That was his mission statement at least.
But I don't think so because I drove through Yorkshire once and the displays on the clothesline--and this is all your fault for putting suggestive words on a clean-cut game such as this one is intended to be--were all more or less the same.
There's more variation in the leafy suburbs and as you approach city centres the clotheslines can be quite perplexing to an innocent provincial hick like me who allows the modern world to pass by on the other side of the road.
