Ironing….and other disasters.
I have two very busy, very hectic and important days ahead of me and I need to look crisp clean, smart and fine. This is, of course, how I always look, but I like to make the special effort.
I was going to iron my shirt but for some reason the generator wouldn’t start and then I realised that the table I was going to iron on wasn’t actually there, so I went up to the garage to iron: here is a poor picture taken on my camera phone.
This worked well, but not brilliantly… but I am not the best at ironing anyway. If I wasn’t such a shirt snob I would go and buy two new shirts, but Jermyn Street is a bit far to go on a Sunday afternoon at this time. As it is I am hoping that my duties (and joys) for the next couple of days will be held in a freezing cold room so I can wear my jumper all day – an unlikely scenario
Not having water or 240V is a real pain sometimes! I was asking Mike about the thaw which he seemed to know quite a lot about. It turns out that if the moon holds out for us (this one has bought a change with it apparently) we should have a thaw this week and combined with a dance around a particular tree (which we happen to have in the allotments) we should definitely have a thaw. I was about to willingly volunteer for the dance when he pointed out it was at 3am and naked. I think I will stick with squalor… for now. In a few days however I might have changed my mind.