With all this rain and excessive moisture around this summer its no wonder the clothes in my wardrobe started to smell “off”. So as soon as a nice windy fresh day came along I put them out to air. There were clothes hanging on the line, dresses suspended from nearby trees and bushes, t-shirts lying across every available chair, trousers strewn over gates. The garden was a holy sight and, dare i say it, like a tinker’s camp. (there i just said it) but by the end of the day when I had all my clothes put back into the wardrobe they almost spoke to me in appreciation.