On Monday I put our bedlinen in the wash, hung it out and it
was so warm and windy that we were able to put it straight back on the bed in
the evening without ironing.
Which was
a first.
For some
time now I’ve been training Fester to put the bedlinen back on the bed.
I strip the bed; put the bedlinen in and set off the washer; hang it out
fighting strong winds and useless pegs, bring it back in (ditto); iron it
against damp; put it away in the linen cupboard and, finally, get out the clean
and put it on the bed. So it only seems
fair he should do his bit with the mattress, pillows and duvet. It’s taken a while, wot with him being a
scientist and all, but he’s finally managed it.
Can I
point out here that pegs aren’t what they used to be. The
plastic ones hold no weight and snap suddenly, and the wooden ones come apart
at the slightest provocation, often leaving the spring behind so it’s a
struggle to get whatever was hung up off again.
Great in a gale!
Anyway…
On Monday evening I left the bedlinen on the bed, fresh off the line, and trotted off to a WI
committee meeting. When I came home the
bed was made, pillow cases on and duvet cover buttoned up.
On
Tuesday night Fester says “I had such a bother with those buttons last
night.
There’s something keeps sticking
in my feet.”
And
starts fossicking around the bottom of the bed, presumably inside the duvet
I didn’t
look, I just lay there holding my bit of the duvet under my chin and thinking
of England.
There was
a lot of harrumphing and a few “what the?**!”s
He
finally reappeared at the head of the bed triumphantly flourishing
half a wooden clothes peg that had somehow been left in the duvet cover.
“You need
to buy some decent pegs!”
I’ve said
it before … So like the home life of our own dear queen.
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