One benefit of this lovely hot weather we’ve been having recently – glorious electrical storms aside – is the ability to get your washing on the line and have it dry in a couple of hours.
But I must admit to having second thoughts about pegging out my underwear when I read in The News about the washing thief at large in North End.
Turns out, though, that it wasn’t the world’s most nimble thief, climbing over fences and walls.
Instead it was, quite literally, a cat burglar.
The 18-month-old feline called Ghostie has been stealing washing from lines in the Laburnum Grove area.
At least I’ve had the answer to a question that has been bothering me for many years now – where do all our odd socks disappear to?