wendy: can you come out to play tonight?
you: Um, actually, no, not really, I’ve got some ironing to do
wendy: I’m only in town for a couple of days, what if I come over and we talk while you iron?
you: yes, that would be nice
As I watched you dig-out a pair of socks from the avalanching mountain of fresh laundry then
- iron each sock, first on its own, then carefully laid under its partner,
- fold each pair at a 45 degree angle from the heal so that the foot and ankle of the sock lay neatly together
- Iron the folded pair
- Then place them in your small pile of finished ironing
I began to understand why you had bought me an Iron for my 25th birthday present. I had never owned and iron before, nor since. The choice of present had initially baffled me, I don’t need an iron, its a rather functional present. I had laughed and said
Oh! an Iron, I haven’t got one of those!
Good, I was worried that you might have got one
As you ironed I noticed your attention to wrinkle, your precision was impressive, you blasted them out of existence with several firm strokes then placed precision folds and creases. You ironed shirts, jeans, sheets, teatowels, flannels, hankerchieves and underpants. Underpants! Over 3 hours you eroded the mountain to merely a substantial hill of fresh laundry.
Maybe when you look at me you see all the soft wrinkles in my clothes, maybe you needed to give me an iron. It never ceases to amaze me that we are such very close friends. I’m so glad we are.