Thirsty Thursday

It’s actually stopped raining today.  First day without any rain this week. Sort of explains really why yours truly has not ventured out much until today. It was like wuthering heights yesterday, rain, wind, fences blowing down, and on our way down to exercise class, I noted that one tree next to Hamish’s bungalow (well, its not his bungalow of course, seeing as he is a Westie dog, its where he lives with his owners)  had been felled. In fact, they felled it this morning. I could hear the racket going on, but couldn’t nosey to see what was happening as the crab apple trees were obscuring my view from K’s bedroom window, so I had to be patient and wait until we ventured out down to exercise class later. 

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Ironing Bored!

 

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I don’t mind housework. That is apart from one job.  Ironing.  If there is any other task that exists more boring, mundane or downright demoralising, then I have yet to find it.  When I’m hoovering, dusting, hanging the washing out, making the beds, shopping, etc, I am moving around and  at least taking in some kind of change of scenery. Ironing, you just stand there. On the same spot. Ironing.

My ex husband (who never ever picked up the iron whilst married to me) irons watching the TV.  Mind you, he does most things whilst watching  the TV.  I suppose I could ‘lighten the load’ by doing the same.  Well, I can’t read a book whilst ironing can I?  How would I turn the pages over unless someone invented an ‘Ironing Book Holder?’ 

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