Washing on the line

Started clearing Jim's mum and dad's house out today, a sad job but next door's washing blowing on the line amused me. It was so close to the fence it was touching it

Went to visit Jim's mum in "the home", am pretty sure I don't want to spend my final months or years in a home. It reminded me of a cross between halls of residence and prison. And it's quite a nice, modern "home" there are much worse I am sure

We are moving her closer to where we live next week, I am hesitant about how that's going to go