You know that my husband Chris loves ironing – well, if you didn’t, you do now – and you know that our friend Roland from Australia is staying with us at present (he has featured in so many blog posts!). This morning, just as I was getting dressed, I wondered about the household washing (as you do when you’re getting dressed)…
“Did you deal with the white wash from yesterday?” I asked Chris, who was getting dressed also.
“Uh huh,” Chris mumbled. (Well it seemed like mumbling to me because I’m still deaf after my recent virus.)
“And did you give Roland his pile of clean washing?”
“All dry, ironed, neatly folded and up in his room,” Chris answered.
“Oh, you are lovely to do that for Roland – fancy ironing his clothes!” I exclaimed.
“Don’t all husbands iron their male guests clothes while their wives are still in bed?” asked Chris ironically.
I should have said, “Then you shouldn’t get up so early,” but I didn’t think to say it because I was laughing so much.
“Your words are of iron”!