I was very happy this afternoon.
Although it was my official day off, I'd got heaps done.
I had chaired a meeting. (8am meetings are not my favourites, particularly when it's supposed to be my day off, but sometimes you've got to do these things)
I had done two loads of washing.
I had organised the music for Sunday's services and got it off to the organist (Friday is pushing it, but I had a funeral to take yesterday which took precedence).
After getting my order of service down I decided to watch a chick flick, then rang a friend for coffee for afternoon tea time.
I came home, intent on getting the washing in and watering the dog, I mean plants, then think about what would be good for dinner. It had been a sufficiently restful day and yet I had got some stuff done as well. Good on me!
As I went to go out the back sliding door to the washing line I was momentarily confused. The washing basket was not sitting under the washing line. I always put the basket up-side-down over the peg bucket under the washing line when I've hung out the last load...
Nevermind, I've got it now.
The chance that the clothes in the washing machine got dry, despite excellent weather for washing day?
... Approximately None!