Is nice sometime engage in activities unpracticed for years: it's similar to meet a distant friend. Yesterday I performed a Strawinsky Mass which I haven't sung since 1991. Today I have done some ironing (roughly 30 years since last time).
After 2 minutes: I wish my housemaid was here.
After 4 minutes: housemaid? Maybe I should refer her as my "Domestic Advisor".
After 6 minutes: in a shirt, just the front, neck and wrists are important.
After 8 minutes: in a shirt, just
After 10 minutes: in a shirt, just
...f****ing shirt.
Beware cotton stretch: wonderful to wear, horrible to iron.
The Genuine Man.com - Ironing a Shirt
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2 commenti:
it really didn't make much sense
huh? :-)
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