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Rain Rain Gone Away?

It feels as if it took at least six months to dry my last washload. We have had rain for the last four days, several times a day. Today, the sky is clear. Dare I hope for a few rain free days?

I think it's time to start another washload I have the equivalent of three washloads at present ready to work on.

I'd better get started!

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  1. hoping it's a dry day for you!!

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  2. I totally need to put up a clothesline! I remember my Mom using one when I was little and our clothes smelled so fresh!

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  3. I hate when I can't get washing dry - although it's so cold here today that I've put the heating on and I have laundry draped over the radiator (and it's supposed to be summer)..
    :-(

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  4. Stopped by from SITS; happy Saturday Sharefest! I am very upset about the rain at moment as well; the thundering kept us all up last night. I guess I can't complain to much, though because I am fairly certain that the rain in Washington D.C. is nothing compared to the rainy season of India. Good luck drying out!

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  5. Things will get better soon :)

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  6. Happy washing. Just finished a third load here. No doubt washbin will be full again tomorrow. Where does it all come from?

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  7. Goodness. If that happened here, it might even lead to mildew.

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  8. The Best way is to take the responsibility and everything will be on its own place..Unseen Rajasthan

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