Before I reveal my NBF to you, I want you to know that I used to have a problem. You'll notice I said, 'used to' because I have none now. I am now problem-free. Isn't the Builder the luckiest guy alive.
Uuuhhh....moving on... My old problem stemmed from my love of ironing, and my love of seeing newly ironed clothes hanging on an airer, and then folded in a pile, all ready to get placed back in drawers. (Note to family here: clothes that have been washed, dried, ironed and then placed in your bedrooms are supposed to find their way into wardrobes or drawers. Yes, I know that's a novel idea to you guys, but it is the way of the world.)
Anyway, back to NBF. Normally, because we tend to have a gently breeze blowing most days of the year - oh well, okay, so we have anything from a gentle breeze to a hurricane on any one day ... well, the long and the short of it is that we can normally manage to get our clothes dry outside. In fact, we had a friend in Glasgow who realised that, despite our seemingly constant supply of rain, we were able to dry our clothes outside because if we got a 5 minute spell with no rain, the wind was so strong it dried the clothes in that time!
It's all untrue of course. Our weather is not that bad.
But, for some reason, recently there are simply not enough minutes in the day. And now, when I dry my clothes in ...
(yep - my NBF is my tumble drier)
I now don't iron them. Well, unless it's shirts or other clothes that really need ironing.
came from NBF and were NOT ironed.
Phew! I feel like I've confessed something. b-r-e-a-t-h-e, Anne, b-r-e-a-t-h-e.
Say it again. All these clothes went straight from NBF, either to the airer or to the bedrooms.
And now, instead of ironing for hours on end, I have all this extra time to do other highly useful things.
What are you all thinking? Is it:
a) What a nutcase ....what was she ironing all that stuff for in the first place?
b) Oh, what an awful housewife. I'd never wear non-ironed clothes.
c) Iron? What's an iron?? Gonna move on, cos I've no idea what this post was all about.
If you were thinking:
a) - I understand.
b) - Mum...what are you doing reading my blog?
c) - I love you. Really, really love you.