Iron Man

My son dropped in unexpectedly as he was in Wicklow helping a friend with gardening. Here he is ironing my mammy’s blouses for the week ahead. I don’t iron (it’s an abomination). I told him I would throw a couple of pork chops onto the pan with some baby spuds and cabbage in exchange for doing the ironing. It was a fair deal but his nana was gobsmacked as she exclaimed ‘never in my 98 years have I seen a man doing the ironing. That’s woman’s work..’. Eeeekkk! Luckily my daughter was not around.

Extra shows my chair and clothes as I have just had a sunset dip. A rainy day but I got out and about. That’s important