Way-hey! Found an old lottery slip from March while collecting the upstairs dirty washing pile, matched three numbers and won me £10! That's me sorted with a nice Chardonnay and Jelly Babies for tomorrow's humungous ironing. Oh, yes, that biweekly torture where I overdose on omnibus Judge Judy and Deadly Women episodes - sinister sounding, I know - to help get me through the dastardly deed! This time the wine is an added bonus and won't be opened until
What?! D'you know how much it'd cost him for a domestic ironing company to tackle that mountain-load?!
I know....JJ would give me an instant 'case dismissed!'
5 comments:
ironing? what's that?
ya, ironing? women still iron?
you're joking, right?
This reminds me of that feeling of finding money in your pockets when you forgot it was there!
I applaud anyone who takes the time to iron. I never iron. In fact, I haven't seen an ironing board since I was a child (my mother ironed).
Judge Judy scares the hell out of me. She's a real Bitch. She could turn a straight guy gay.
I found money once in the dyer. I didn't care to ask if it was theirs. :)) mine now!!
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