putting off the inevitable

What a day of contrasts. Out early doors walking along the prom, the wind blowing the cobwebs away,the sand into hair, and hair being truly windswept, to the extent of blinding me at times. Then midmorning breaching crowds in the city centre to get higher pastpapers for no2 son. Then back home via local shops - even went into library to put off the ineviable- the pile of ironing waiting patiently for me to conquer it valiantly. As you may have guessed this is the one thing I hate doing, having taught family the concept of ironing their own clothes at an early age. I'm still prevaricating, by signing up to blipfoto first. Well, no excuses now- perhaps I'll reward myself with a glass of wine when I finish.