Great bloody timing.
I never iron. Well, less than twice a month anyway.
For some strange reason I decided it would be a good idea to iron the pillow covers tonight. (??!)
Don´t ask me why...
Long story short: I caught my middle finger so badly trying to unfold the ironing board, it almost snapped in half. (Yes. I will have a maid as soon as I can afford one.)
I screamed so loudly (in utter agony) and then jump-kicked the board (whilst swearing wildly) with such a wild expression in my face that Robin started crying in panic...
Not too proud of that one, folks...
16 days before Copenhagen, I decide that a damaged finger would be one way to turn up the excitment...
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