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Have you noticed that you can go for days without using something or even thinking about it, and as soon as you don’t have it any more (or have to wait a while before it can be used again) suddenly you’re full of frustration, and all you can think about is the gaping hole where it used to be; dying for the time you can have it back again (or a replacement)?

For too long we have been whirligigless.

(You might better know a whirligig as an outdoor rotary drier or rotary airer for wet laundry).

It all started one day when I was casually hanging up my washing, and suddenly the whirligig groaned and sagged. Its ground spike had rusted through and snapped. It was merely sagging at this point, so we kept putting washing on it, till a day or two later it fell over and dumped everything on the grass.

We got a new whirligig, choosing the smallest, cheapest one. I was incredulous at the prices of the bigger ones; when I totted up the line mileage and whirligig radius, it seemed to me it would be much cheaper (and roomier) to purchase two of the smallest than one of the biggest. Of course it would depend on whether or not you had room for two, and whether you churned out that much laundry anyway, but it seemed to me an awful swiz.

(I was over at the guinea pigs today and couldn’t help noticing they had a large four-arm whirligig instead of a smaller three-arm one like ours… normally I wouldn’t have paid any attention).

We still couldn’t rush out with our washing and christen the new whirligig with it… it had to be set in concrete. (Why? My old one at home didn’t need concrete). Mum tried to duck out of this by putting it in a parasol stand (from the garden table) which made the whirligig far too tall and was rather wobbly. But we tried strrrretching up to put our washing on this anyway. And it toppled over.


My sister came the next day with some concrete, and they arranged some large rocks to support it while it set. “Your sister said she’s not prepared to sit holding it for 24 hours,” said Mum accusingly. We’re not allowed to use it while it’s setting… according to the diagram there’s a huge cross in the air above the whirligig, which will turn into a giant tick when the concrete has set and we’re allowed to use it again. It hasn’t yet appeared.



I live in the UK with two cats -- Samson and Delilah.

6 thoughts on “Whirligigless

  1. Nothing as frustrating as being denied the use of one’s brand-spanking-new whirligig!!! Since when you’re getting a favor you can’t ask too many questions, were you able to find out if your sister used quick-setting concrete? That could hasten your christening! Ah, but it is what it is!

    Take a picture when the laundry is once again flapping in the bright sun 🙂


  2. It’s up and whirling today…. whew! Still quite tall, but not as tall as when it was standing in a parasol stand….

    I think these things are designed by men. I always say that when they’re too tall, or when buttons and switches are too small (leaving not enough room for beautiful long nails)!

  3. We had a whirligig in the yard when I was little. We used to hang things on it so it would rotate slowly in the breeze. It was the sail for our pirate ship and the secret base for our spy teams.
    I often want another one in our yard…so that instead of stringing slothes around the basement like a crazed gypsy we could dry our things outside. They always smell better when you do.

  4. They do, and they don’t bake like cardboard (when I put t-shirts on the radiator over the winter, for instance). Though it’s annoying when birds poop on them…

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