My neighbour Elsie was an incredible star at this game. If I went out with a basket of washing, I'd no sooner got the first shirt on the line when she'd be out: "Hanging out the washing, eh. Greg?". Or as you were getting into the car "Going out then Greg?". Her masterpiece was the day the Lune flooded and our beck was rising fast at end of the gardens. "Putting out the sandbags, Greg?".