Showing posts with label revolution. Show all posts
Showing posts with label revolution. Show all posts

Saturday, 7 February 2009

Life is too short...


Not one to beat about the bush, nor have I been known to sit quietly and bite my tongue unless under pain of death. So let's get this out of the way. Life is too short to IRON! 

I fold most items very carefully, after they come out of the dryer having used  a tumble fresh as this stoops creasing ... then sort out all  the lightweight cotton things together and then place on top of the pile a very heavy ART book... cookery book will suffice. If items still lightly warm all the better, that is  the laundry not the book.

Put all absolutely necessary items to iron, like work tops, school shirts, well only the cuffs collars and bits that are seen, as the creases fall out when the heat of the body warms the fabric, that's whats great about poly cotton!! Ha!

Sheets..well fecking hell they will be slept on, so only iron the top pillowcase, not the one underneath, whose gonna see it? only the Sandman for god sakes!

These are NON IRON items, and yes my pal Lynn used to iron these until I gave her permission not to!!LOL

Underpants, socks, baby bibs (WTF!!) kitchen towels and tea cloths, (WTF!!)
and PYJAMAS! oh dear me..... shall l gone on.?

So P-LEASE consider yourself told and you do now have my permission, if that's what it takes to stop you and other women ironing unnecessarily, let's start a revolution. Even my own Larry,  last year he started putting his washing in at weekends when I was at work. Now he takes his clen but crumpled shirts to the hotel with him and irons them there! Amazing eh? After 27 years,  so it's never to late to change your routine.

Now behave! and get a bar of chocolate or two, a good book, some ambient music 
and a bubble bath, then grab the remote, put your feet up and watch a DVD, I can recommend, 'The best days of our lives' Random Harvect' 'Penny Serenade'

Can I come round?

p.s. Embellished from a comment left on one of Suburbia's posts

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