I Know I’ve Said It Before.

I’ll start off by wishing Avitable a massively happy birthday! If you haven’t done so pop over and wish him all the breast best.

On with the post.

I need, quite desperately to get some sleep. I know I should be doing that now instead of writing this garbage, but a promise is a promise and I have now completed 26 days of Blog 365 - only another 339 to go (WTF was I thinking?!), No it’s fine really - this at least guarnatees that I am gogin to do one thing every day and the sense of achievement on New Year’s Eve will be immense. I know those of you who write everyday anyway don’t think much of it but for someone who has tried and failed to keep up with her blog this is the big one.

Today I really didn’t need the challenge though although some kind of validation might have been nice. I have been running myself into the ground doing all the things Mum does to make sure she rests up. (She sneaked out of bed this morning and made herself a cup of tea. Angry? Hell yes! She got the wagging finger and everything when she admitted it!). I don’t mention the running about for a pat on the back just to say that I know way she is exhausted all the time, and to see quite how useless the rest of us are at helping her out. I can see why she gets frustrated now. Mum, I’m sorry.

I spent two hours of my day doing that which I hate most of all ( well second to most of all - first is vacuuming) - ironing. 90% of my clothes don’t need ironing. I find if you hang things on the clothes line properly on a blowy day and then fold them correctly most things will stay crease free - especially if you use Comfort Easy Iron fabric conditioner (now, where’s my suitcase full of money?). Mum has one of those like-a-trouser-press-but-cooler things that she does all her ironing with but I’m a traditionalist. The only probelm way I hadn’t used her iron before (mine being packed in the garage) and the ironing board has needed replacing for a very long time.

Every crease I would get rid of would cause another to appear on the other side of whatever I was flattening; and the edges would end up all rucked up and, well, looking worse then when they came off the pile (which, at the start, came up to my hips). I left all the shirts to the end… and then couldn’t be bothered to do them (still getting over whatever illness I had last week)… so tomorrow I will attack them. I think by using the press thing. It can’t be any worse than the board and iron!