Well, my token effort at housewifery, after constantly reloading the washing machine, was ironing dear heart's shirt for tomorrow.
This led to a really nice plastic jug that was lovely and easy to hold and held just the right amount having a huge hole melted into it by the warming iron. I was too busy sorting out some piles of clothes while the iron heated up to notice. In fact I only noticed it when melted plastic was smeared all over one of dear heart's new M&S shirts.
I don't think Anthea Turner needs to worry about competition from me.
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