Things That You Can Do In Australia That You Just Can't Do In Scotland #1 – The Outdoor Wardrobe I have fond memories of being one lazy shit during my university days. Former flatmates would have less fond memories. Washing clothes was always an ordeal. We had a hand-me-down "interactive" Hoover Twin Tub washing machine, which is only one step up from pounding your frocks on a rock down by the stream. Two hours later, I'd wander outside to hang everything up on the line. Spent from all that effort, I'd leave them there for days. Sometimes a week or more. Each (mid) morning I'd venture outside to peer up at the line through bleary eyes, making my selection. I'd unpeg some jeans, a couple of socks, pluck off some undies, then shuffle back inside. In summer the fabrics would be stiff and crinkly. In winter you'd get a touch of frost. Or a spider. It would have taken all of 30 seconds to take the whole bloody lot off the line, but that would have been too practical. Now you just couldn't do that here. There's no outdoor clotheslines. There's no bloody sun. There's rain. Not that I would use a clothesline as a wardrobe anymore, mind you. I've reformed.