My beloved dryer that I pined for in England has quite literally left me hangin'. The Kenmore man comes Thursday. The clothes pile up and back to being an English washer woman I go. It feels completely non-urgent and that would not have been true a year ago. But the dryer is a luxury so the English tell me, and I can certainly do without for a few days, especially after a master class in hanging laundry to dry on radiators for five months. Life is easy.