Slightly Bemused writes:
I got a new mattress. Did I tell you that already? I got a nice one, pure white, made in Ireland with a lovely Irish (Galway) name. I am sure it is very comfortable. But I have not yet slept on it, and likely will not until January.
Little Slightly is coming over to stay for a few months and study up the road. But she is allergic to dust mites, so I do not want to risk entering any to that mattress and want everything to be as pristine as I can keep it.
To this end, I have been giving my bedroom a deep clean. It has badly needed it for years, but I am the lazy type. So a desultory hoovering, a shifting around of the piles of junk, and the occasional attempt to put my clothes away has so far succeeded for me. Now I need to get serious.
I realised that I have not cleaned my curtains since I first put them up over 16 years ago. Dust and dirt should be the most on them, but still, dust mites. So down they will come, and another foray into the dark of the Boom Boom Laundry Room is on the cards.
But as I contemplated them, I remembered something.These curtains were bought – well, made, as a pair with a set of bottle green ones. They fall from the rail almost to the floor, and in winter are amazing at keeping the heat in. Little Slightly’s mother loved green, so those ones were the shades that kept the security lights at bay during our nights.
When we finally separated, she took those curtains, and all the green towels. I got to keep the blue ones. And those were the ones in Little Slightly’s room, and will be again. Synchronicity of a form. I also have blue towels, although not as well colour matched as the green were. I already owned these ones, and being a man have no real sense of anything other than ‘blue’.
My brother stayed over a while ago. He did not like my towels. I do not use softener on them, as this affects their ability to dry you. He did not like my scratchy towels. Yet I am surprised – it was our own mother told us this. Soften your socks and jocks, your t-shirts and trousers, but leave the towels alone. Besides, a vigorous rub with a ‘scratchy’ towel will wake you up in the morning :-)
Speaking of Little Slightly, she is having to jump through loops. They now want to know about medical insurance. I have her PPSN, which we got when she was a wee one, and as such she is covered by the State same as I am. Her college are having problems with this, so I have asked her to arrange a call with them. I can then explain how healthcare works in a country, which while not perfect, does actually work. Should be an interesting call.
And today I opened my shed for the first time this year. I fear the lawnmower is dead, beyond resuscitation. A skip will be needed for the other items, and soon that shed must topple. If left alone, it might make the end of the summer, but I doubt it.
So the question arises: replace with wooden, plastic or metal?
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Pic by Slightly