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Dear Brownie,...
May. 23rd, 2015 08:52 pm...please go wreak havoc elsewhere- and never, never again put my flat iron into operation, or I´ll wipe you out with it, until you´re flat as a pancake and whithered as a chestnut leaf in late autumn. And forget about revenge, or I´ll set traps for your fellow Brownies and give them the same treatment!
In my codeine induced stupor I decided to do some ironing today: a few trousers and shirts, not a big deal. There would be warmth, there would be humidity, good for my thoroughly shaken lungs...at least I thought so. I snatched hubby´s jeans, newly delivered by DHL (why drive to a store when there´s everything on Ebay) and as green as the frogs in the puddle outside in our garden, no, not the one we have got since it has started raining a week ago, but the one hubby did dig a few years ago, where frogs and toads deposit their spawn and where those adorable critters croak their head off come spring. I turned on my flat iron and waited for the steam to raise while smoothing down the trousers. Nothing happened. No red light... aha, someone had severed current supply. Power button on, here we go! No steam again, so I started ironing with heat only. Each time the flat iron touched the cloth it smelled funny, that funny sort of burnt smell when temperature is set way too hot. Wait a minute! I checked the settings. This was interesting, because somebody apparently had been ironing at full heat, intended for linen only, which we do not have anymore in this house (five children had been work enough, so I threw out most of the things that needed "special care" (like endless ironing, for example). I checked hubby´s trousers for burn marks (none there, hallelujah), set up the standard settings on the flat iron and waited for the steam to raise and soothe kink folds and aching lungs. And then it came- sweet and floral and irritating my respiratory passages instead of soothing it...Brownie obviously did not like the smell of pure water and had put laundry freshener in the tank, thank you very much. When the coughing had subsided I went to find the culprit. So, we have a Brownie in our house, because hubby is pretty sure he hasn´t used my flat iron, and son would never in a million years touch that dreaded thing. So, dear Brownie, if you get in my way once again, better make a run for your life, because I do not take transgressions lightly!
In my codeine induced stupor I decided to do some ironing today: a few trousers and shirts, not a big deal. There would be warmth, there would be humidity, good for my thoroughly shaken lungs...at least I thought so. I snatched hubby´s jeans, newly delivered by DHL (why drive to a store when there´s everything on Ebay) and as green as the frogs in the puddle outside in our garden, no, not the one we have got since it has started raining a week ago, but the one hubby did dig a few years ago, where frogs and toads deposit their spawn and where those adorable critters croak their head off come spring. I turned on my flat iron and waited for the steam to raise while smoothing down the trousers. Nothing happened. No red light... aha, someone had severed current supply. Power button on, here we go! No steam again, so I started ironing with heat only. Each time the flat iron touched the cloth it smelled funny, that funny sort of burnt smell when temperature is set way too hot. Wait a minute! I checked the settings. This was interesting, because somebody apparently had been ironing at full heat, intended for linen only, which we do not have anymore in this house (five children had been work enough, so I threw out most of the things that needed "special care" (like endless ironing, for example). I checked hubby´s trousers for burn marks (none there, hallelujah), set up the standard settings on the flat iron and waited for the steam to raise and soothe kink folds and aching lungs. And then it came- sweet and floral and irritating my respiratory passages instead of soothing it...Brownie obviously did not like the smell of pure water and had put laundry freshener in the tank, thank you very much. When the coughing had subsided I went to find the culprit. So, we have a Brownie in our house, because hubby is pretty sure he hasn´t used my flat iron, and son would never in a million years touch that dreaded thing. So, dear Brownie, if you get in my way once again, better make a run for your life, because I do not take transgressions lightly!
