What I should have said is that my washing line is full of pants!!
A whole host of lace trimmed 19th century linen bloomers that have turned up in a local attic clearance.
Thank heavens I have no neighbours to see what I have hung out to dry! Some of the villagers here already think that the madam "Anglaise" at the chateau always drives through the village with her car overflowing with bizarre old things! They may think I wear them too!!
The only people who may catch a glimpse are any hunters walking the marsh and they may use them for target practise!!
A la prochaine mes belles