posted by sooyup
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Daily trivia,
Pictures of Emm
I’m surprised at how many of my male friends do the ironing - or at least do their own ironing. Some of them I would register as male chauvinists in many other ways, not knowing in which end of the vacuum-cleaner to stick the hose, or how to turn on the washing-machine. Perhaps, in the same way that a man might break a treasured plate so as not to be called upon to do the washing-up, some wives have deliberately scorched a favourite shirt or badly creased a collar. It’s only because I am chief cook and bottle-washer that Emma does our ironing, whenever the pile in our workroom reaches an unstable height - or when she runs out of tops to wear, whichever comes sooner. Anyway, here she is “dashing away with the smoothing iron” while I watch from the other side of my laptop. It’s warm work, ironing, and as the song continues, “She stole my heart away”. Not just my heart; but that’s another story.