the daily vernacular

By brendadada

pegs

Too late in the year to put out any washing without the certain knowledge that it'll be wetter when time comes for all your shirts and sheets to be retrieved. In the winter, clothes pegs disappear down mouseholes and into jays' nests, and need replacing every year. There are always a couple of survivors from the previous batch in amongst the new. Peggings of long gone sunny blue-sky days.

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