I was in the study when Husband called from the kitchen, 'How does the iron work?'
'It's not difficult.'
A few minutes passed and the he shouted something again. I went to see what he was doing and found him ironing a rug on the banister on the landing.
I left him to it.
Another few minutes passed then he called, 'I think I may have melted your iron.'
He came downstairs and said, 'I'm going to have to clean it for you; stuff came off the rug and got stuck to it.'
I went into the kitchen and looked at the base of the iron: it looked much as it had before. I didn't tell him; he can clean it if he wants to.
3 comments:
Ironing a rug now that's a an example of misplaced dutifulness!
I love the "your iron" bit !
No one has ever ironed anything for me, except my mum when I was a small boy. We have a very democratic iron!
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