Last night I got home and found this note very visibly stuck to the kitchen cupboard underneath which I left the iron yesterday morning. I am the world's worst ironer. I simply don't care for the task that I don't really even know how they are supposed to work. I'm more of a steamer girl. But for you Nana Zajiji, I will pour some water into him. I love you my friend. Her previous crimes, which are few and far between these days, are not closing cupboard doors. I would walk into the kitchen and all the doors would be open and there would be nobody there, as if a ghost is in the room.