The rugby is on at the moment, Ireland against Italy. Gorgeous darling hubby has said, “Don’t worry dear, I’ll do the ironing whilst I’m watching!”
Isn’t he a dear! Did I also mention he cleaned the house last night, top to bottom, plus he is only just back from the shops with the weekly food shop.
It’s a hard life, but I just can’t stop him from his ‘modern man’ urges.
When we got married he already had a house, and he was perfectly sufficient doing the cleaning, shopping etc. So who am I to stop him? I can iron perfectly well, I actually do my own stuff, but since he has high standards where his own shirts stand, I always felt it easier to let him do them himself.