Holy Sh**

With two little girls, the frequency of doing clothes washing is steadily increasing. If there is not a load on the line, then there is one waiting to go up. Also trying to get paint or food stains out of clothes is a little trying too. Anyway my frustration levels reach a new level yesterday when I was folding up the dry washing only to discover bird poo on about half of the clothes! The sulphur crested cockatoos gather in the neighbours eucalypt tree at dusk madly squawking and carrying on all the while driving Pippa bonkers. It seems the other night they must of had a touch of diarrhoea! The only positive is with our washing recycling bin our lawn is getting watered heaps!