I can never understand why humans like to hang their clothes outside when it's sunny. However, the clothes flap about in the
light breeze we've got today, which is quite interesting. I've set myself the task of guarding Dad's shirts while they hang on the line.
In my younger days I might have been tempted to tug on a flapping sleeve when nobody's looking. Maybe even to pull the shirt
down and run off with it!
But for now I'm content to sit in the sun and keep an eye on things.