Irons


In which Mike belatedly explores his domestic side

I hate irons. Irons have it in for me. I bought the iron I've just thrown out not three years ago and already it's a) decided to not be a steam iron any more, and b) to leave rust stains exclusively on white clothing, preferably the nice bits you wanted to wear.

If it weren't for http://www.chemistry.co.nz/stain_frame.htm , I think I'd be so annoyed I've have killed. As it is I have merely spread unease amongst the crockery, due to an unusually vicious emptying of the dishwasher.

Grrr. I am certain that this has nothing to do with a) the time of the month, b) the state of the project I'm working on, c) the time of the month, or d) the state of the project I'm working on. Thanks be that I don't suffer from stress! Ha! HA! etc., ad nauseam.

I am now compiling a list of things people want from the States. I am considering buying another suitcase for them. Note to self: next time, go somewhere dreary and rather unpopular, like Latvia, and bring back dried squid.

I think I am becoming elderly and irritable. Huzzah!

Posted: Mon - September 29, 2003 at 10:48      

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