we're in
three days of mayhem and we've arrived on the other side of town. having been all "ikea'd up" and moved in by many happy helpers, we finally slumped down yesterday afternoon to catch up on some well deserved tv. two hours later i woke up with neck ache, to find some strange antiques roadshow history show playing instead of the programme i was in the middle of watching.
so i pose the question: if a tv show plays in a forest with nobody watching it, how old is the hard-set washing line in the back garden that won't move an inch? answers on a postcard...
5 comments:
i think i've worked it out.... 14 years?
Sounds like you need to get hold of one of those huge mechanical drills that boshes through concrete...Cool!
it's cool man, an iconic piece of garden decor. love it. got one myself.
Well, you see, it's not simple. The age of the line depends in turn on the age of the enormous pants hung on it by the seemlingly stick-thin lady next door. I'd say about 12 years personally.
Simple: 42.
No...wait - don't tell me. That's the meaning of life.
But then, life without a washing line has no meaning.
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