Senior Moments

Whilst taking No. 1 son into town to buy a headless wire set for his X-Box, yes I really did say that, I further went down the road of utterly unfathomable brainless action of not only buying an ironing board, but a pink spotty one to boot.

Ok, you probably would agree that a headless wire set may seem a senior moment, but hey, what’s wrong with a pink spotty ironing board? Well, the small amount of ironing that I am forced to do is done on a towel on the kitchen worktop, but getting my old ironing board out to press clothes last October to go on holiday it broke (probably with the shock of not being used for about 2 years). This does not mean to say, dear reader, that the ironing board has been completely redundant. By no means no! The ironing board has been very useful for hanging coats on in the cupboard under the stairs, because all the coat hooks are full up with every coat that the family has ever owned for the last, at least, 10 years. Why doesn’t she sort it out you may ask?

What can I say, because I am naturally a hoarder and brought up in a ‘make do and mend’ generation, I know that everything will just get put back or moved around the house because it might ‘come in useful’ one day! Even the gas man was complimentary, saying how amazing it was that so much stuff could fit in such a small cupboard. It was refreshing to meet a man on my wavelength, but, unfortunately, he was married!

What of pink spottiness? I like spots, this is true, but I have a real aversion to the colour pink. Not generally, you understand, but personally. I would not be seen dead in pink lippy, nail polish, tee-shirt, etc. and I don’t know where this all started, because I used to like pink.

I have given this a lot of thought and I have come to the conclusion that it must be that when we bought this house 16 years ago, it had a pink kitchen, pink master bedroom and the most horrendous pink tiles in the bathroom. Now having a young family at the time and money very tight, it took a few years to redecorate, but the whole of the bathroom had to be replaced and this didn’t happen until about 8 years ago. Also, it would be fair to comment (in my defence), that one wall was covered in ill fitting mirror tiles which made one look like the elephant man and, of course doubled the pinkness . So there you are, I think my pink psychosis was induced by my bathroom.

Also, which is equally as worrying, if headless wire set had not been so expensive, I would have bought the pink iron to go with the ironing board (kind of a matching shoes and handbag thing going on there, me thinks)!

Does this mean, therefore, by purchasing the pink spotty ironing board that (a) I will do some ironing, or (b) that me and pink are friends again. What do you think?

Now you didn't really think I was going to show you a photo of a boring old ironing board, did you? This was taken on a wonderful holiday to Cuba last October.

Jak