NB: this story doesn’t have a picture because I’m sitting on top of a hill an hour out of Melbourne with only one bar of internet available. By the time you read this, I’ll be drowning in a sea of washing…
As we drive towards Manjimup, the major town of the south-west region of Western…
Having successfully won the battle for a washing machine, I lose the war over the dryer. If this was a normal summer, I wouldn’t even need a dryer. The sun would come out and the breeze would dry all the clothes within a few hours. I could even put the…
