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.
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Awww! She's sweet. Ironing is quite drag. My mother was an ironer, she iron and colour coordinate my clothes and put them away. Since I left high school I haven't been really moved to iron much.
Lol! Love Nana's reference to the iron as a 'him'. Lol.
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