Ok I have definitely moved to the sad side of life. I don't mean that in a miserable kind of a way. More sad as in "get a life, woman!! " My realisation of this occurred only moments ago when I sat down to write and thought that I would tell you how I have officially given up ironing.......
You see, I have no life. How can anyone be interested in the fact that I don't want to iron clothes any more? Well, I can probably keep rambling now in the certain knowledge that you have stopped reading this and have gone to watch paint dry, or some other activity more thrilling than my blog.
But, it is true. I had a revelation in bed, in the dead of night, that I was sick of walking into my kitchen to see a massive mound of clean clothes waiting to be ironed. So, that's it. As soon as it is washed it will be folded and put away. No longer will 3/4 of my wardrobe be in a pile in my kitchen. I will iron as I need clothes and I will be immaculate. Noone will know that my drawers are filled with crumpled stuff. And my kitchen will be gorgeous too. A win, win situation.
There, I've written about it and I feel better. I have shared and I feel cleansed. Thank you and Good Night.