Finding that we didn't have room for a drying machine, and figuring that Melbourne summers are long and hot and dry, we decided that a clothes horse or two would be a better short term investment. And, keen as she is, Kerry decided to give one a try.
Lots of baby clothes
It gives me the shivers – I see a future littered with drying stinky babies romper suits. Our neat and minimalist, and even quite stylishly modern on a good day, existence is about to become very biological. Not that I mind – I also see myself becoming virtually American in my capacity for maudlin sentimentality about fatherhood.
Like I said – very biological.