Chores, chores, chores

Some nights it feels like all we do is chores. Get the dinner made, get the dishes done, do some laundry, do some hoovering. No, I shouldn't complain because I don't have to do all that with a rug rat or two under foot as well, but man, it's a bummer sometimes.

But I do absolutely love our pulley. Bought if from Gray's soon after we moved in (and am so sad to hear they've shut up shop!). This is a lovely angle of it pre-loading, when it's all sleek and shiny (that'll be the yacht varnish; certainly does the trick!). Then it just gets hoisted to the ceiling and you can forget about it till the clothes are dry! I knew those 9 foot ceilings must be good for something.