When I was a kid there was no permanent press. You had to iron every thing. I used to cheat though, and just iron the sleeves and the collar of the blouse that went under  the jumper I wore to Catholic school. Since only the sleeves and the collar showed, what was the point of … Continue reading Ironing


I pass this phone booth every day on my dog walk. I don't even see it most of the time. The only time I see it is if the sky looks likes it's going to open up and drench me, and then I think: "Well, I could always just duck into that phone booth if … Continue reading Empty