I hung my washing out on Saturday, just as the heat started turning into moisture. Now it's been raining on and off ever since then. There has been plenty of non-rain for my clothes to dry, but every so often the rain comes down just enough to make sure they don't. It's like a practical joke, but I'm not laughing. I think I felt my towel this morning on the line (because I have no dry towels now) and said something about a child of unwed parents. And that's not laughing.