Ten to Two

We are back to 'that' time of year.
When you wake and rise in the dark,
And six o'clock closing,
Is also in the dark.
Frost means;
A slippery back step,
No more tomatoes,
Feeding out,
And Winter diesel in the car,
(so don't refuel on the coast).
A hot water bottle and chilblains,
Are your nightly companions.
It's imperative to keep the fire going,
ALL night,
You listen for the kids coughs and snuffles,
And have eucalyptus oil ready for the vaporizer.
It is 'that' time,
When your house has damp mouldering clothes hanging from:
The old wooden cot you have suspended above the slow combustion stove.
The dual clothes horses tethered in prime loitering spot in front of the fire.
Sheets adding an extra dimension to the curtains, sharing the ends of the rods.
Sometimes even the back of a chair is employed to drape a damp towel.
So why does your cosy home resemble
A Chinese laundry?
Simple...
Washing only dries between the hours of ten and two.