Originally Posted by
WhiteDesire
We didn't have a washing machine, let alone a clothes line, and besides my mum wouldn't dare put my father's washing out to dry; especially after the night he got drunk, shit himself and put his suit in the the rubbish bin, only for me to nearly throw the old ashes from the fire over it. Mind you, my mum always made sure she hung out her nighties on the line - that was after my dad pissed on them whilst he was in bed, only to slap and blame her to save him embarrassment.