'Oowcha'

I never even cried...... well ok, I did. Lots and lots. And lots.

I now have the mark of the iron forever emblazened on my arm! Just to prove how clumsy I am what a hardworking housewfe I am. And it was bloody agony, let me tell you.

If it hadn't been for the bag of frozen broccoli pieces, it could have been alot worse.

Let this be a warning - STOP IRONING. IT'S DANGEROUS.

For a truly spooky coincidence look at my blip for the same time last year! Does my life revolve around the ironing?