My wife undertakes all washing related activities because I'm a sexist pigdog* but that involves a drying rack in the spare room. I did finally noticed we have a whirly dryer at the top of the garden, though it seems to be at about 30 degrees from vertical, and I'm not sure why it's at the top of garden, since that would involve scrambling up lots of narrow steps. Anyway, I suspect that its current state, even hanging the briefest pair lacy briefs on it would precipitate collapse. Much of my childhood seems to have been spent putting the washing in or out depending on whether it looked like rain, which in Britain, is about every five minutes, so I'm not doing that as a grown-up.
*I'm probably not, but for some reason lost to history, I'm not allowed to do the washing. I am allowed to operate the dishwasher though, surprisingly since I once washed a pair of trainers in there.