Babs shifted the clothes prop, letting the line slacken so she could reach the sheets that she’d pegged out before she went to the market. ‘How d’yer feel about starting work now yer’ve had a couple of hours to think about it?’ she asked, looking over the wall at Blanche. ‘What time have I had to think about anything with all this to do?’ Blanche mumbled, the wooden pegs she held in her mouth wobbling as she spoke. ‘I ain’t even spoken to my Archie about it yet.’ ‘You know what he’ll say anyway.’ Babs doubled the clean white sheet over her arm and laid it carefully in the washing basket; if she didn’t crease it too much she’d be able to get away with only having to rub the iron over it. Blanche took the pegs from her mouth and dropped them into the little checked bag that hung on the line. ‘So, have you heard from Lou yet about what you pair are getting up to tonight?’ ‘Yeah, it’s all sorted out. She popped round a little while ago to tell me.’ ‘Good.
