Bailey has a right to look worried. I did all the ironing tonight. Ipod in listening to Embrace and Keane and Blink 182 as I smooth the flat iron over the linen (sound good?) then suddenly the iron came to life and shot out of my hand over the edge of the board and landed on the carpet. For a second I stood there then grabbed it up by the lead. But too late. I burnt the carpet. An obvious Iron mark.
Then when I put the board away I trapped my finger in the closing mechanism.
I don't actually think I'm having a great day. But I have an idea of why. The pieces are clicking together and I'll deal with it.
Meanwhile. I better buy a rug when I get paid.
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