So I came back from the food shop on Monday lunchtime and looked out of the patio doors to see a pair of boxer shorts, mens jogging bottoms and a shirt on my line in my back garden mixed in with my towels and bedding that I had earlier put out!
I stood for a while pondering (actually wondering WTF was going on!)
then went to the car to unload the shopping. My NDN came out (miserable B) and said 'Why aren't you at work'. I replied saying I don't work Mondays, he said 'Oh I thought you were when you went out early this morning'. Then the penny dropped. I asked if it was his washing on my line, he said it was and he had jumped over the wall to hang it up, could I check it was dry and if not 'redress it' (he means peg it up properly upon questioning). I was gobsmacked.
When I told him I had a higher fence and side gate being put up in a few weeks he wasn't very pleased. I wonder how long he has been using my bloody line??!!