Hanging the Washing Out

I have been learning new skills here in North Africa. Latest thing is ‘hanging the washing out’ and I can now add this to my limited list of manly skills along with ‘putting the bins out’. This is needed because here in this house the washing line is on the roof, and Sylvie does not like heights. I think this also tells us something about the nature of the expats here, they are all into mountains and climbing and montain biking and such like things. The roof here has a slight incline and there is no parapet to prevent you falling off, so even hanging the washing out becomes an adventure sport. But hey I don’t mind at all when the view is this good.