stringing out

Even keeping an eye on the windows, the second-last of the evening's rainbursts appeared so suddenly that the linesworth of schoolwear was palpably damp again by the time I'd rescued it. Some arseholes along the road were burning things later on, so both clothes horses had to come in from the shed and the rest of the stuff put on hangers and distributed around the various available hook-compatible surfaces. Fortunately, more rain later sent the burning party people inside or away so that the window could be left opened overnight.