1st October 2019
This was a clean up/ laundry/ ironing day, just the sort of tasks I love, other the biting my own fingers off.
The washing and drying cycle went on for ages, but eventually I was able to start on the ironing.
The towels and pillowcases were a doddle, but the fitted sheets and duvet covers were absolute hell. It took me over an hour to do, which was the same time I was on the phone to Kelli. She couldn’t understand why I was bothering with the fitted sheet, as it would be stretched over the mattress, so any wrinkles would be pulled out. As I had already started, I persevered, the next challenge was to fold it.
I went on YouTube, and found a couple of tutorials on how to do it.
It made no sense to me, I watched them several times and I still didn’t get it. Both videos were demonstrated by women, who with a twist of the wrist here, and a fold over there, and it was done. This was sorcery, I could get it no matter how I tried. Men must be wired differently when it comes to folding fitted sheets, and mine was short-circuited.
I eventually found my own way of doing it, but with the whole evening gone, I needed a rest.
Another Lifetime to go 