I've bought some new bedding, that's what! Two white fitted sheets and two Oxford pillowcases in a high count Egyptian cotton. Oh my! They are so nice and comfortable and I swear I'm sleeping better since I started to use them. Really loving them! 😊
So today they were washed and tumble-dried - and they need IRONING!!!! Ironing - the job I've rarely done since I had cotton shirts to iron. I wash, dry and fold everything, no matter what the item. I never buy linen clothing or anything that needs dry-cleaning; if it doesn't survive in the washing machine, then that's tough luck. My cashmere jumper can testify to that; a pity because it was beautifully warm to wear. But it got itself caught up in the laundry basket with tougher clothes one day . . . . oops!
Therefore the search is on; I thought I'd put the iron in the bottom of the wardrobe somewhere, but it wasn't there. I checked several possible hiding places with no luck - or maybe it is lucky, 'cos I can't do the hated job then, can I?
I made myself a cappuccino at that point and hoped for inspiration as I sipped - and it worked. In my mind's eye I could visualise the blue and white object, standing on the low shelf in the hall cupboard, below where the outdoor coats are hung. I can see it every time I open that cupboard door, in plain sight but totally ignored. It just doesn't register.
Anyway, I have now renewed my acquaintance with my iron, remembering that it is a steam iron, which is very handy when you've overcooked your posh sheets (I wonder if it would have worked on the shrivelled pigs in blankets on Christmas Day?) They are now on the airer in front of a radiator in the spare bedroom and will be back on my bed later this evening. (sigh)