One way to know you're still on holiday is when you find yourself doing the ironing instead of reading a book, right? Possibly I have that round the wrong way. However, I am worried about my reaction to the ironing.
Never mind that I actually ironed work shirts which I know are not mine (surely the days of wives doing all the ironing are well and truly over??), when I had finished each shirt I hung it on it's hanger...and to my dismay when I had finished and was about to cart them all upstairs I had put one of the shirts the wrong way round on its hanger. Instead of being able to neatly hang them all in the wardrobe in one go because the hanging bits all faced the same way, I had to struggle along with 3 facing one way and the last one falling to the floor and having to be put on the hanger the RIGHT way and then being put away. When did I start to be concerned about this, does Martha Stewart know about this?? When did I start putting words like "hanging bits" on this blog? Do I need a champers, darling or what!
I think I should go back to doing what I do best, you know - the kind of things that The Stud married me for afterall...lounging about and doing stuff all...I don't think I'm cut out for housework.