The diary of a 21st Century nobody
A washout!
 | Glorious weather today. Decided to take down the curtains in the Master bedroom (that always sound so grand- the Master bedroom - it's a shame my room doesn't live up to it's title!) and wash them. I need a good drying day for the task, and this is the day.So, it's out with the screwdriver, and down with the pole and curtains. Having successfully and carefully washed them, I pegged them out on the washing line and went about the remainder of my business. I felt quite virtuous about getting that job done! The afternoon heralded in my dear friend Shelly, and some distinctly dark looking clouds. With an eye on the changing weather, I offered Shelly a cup of coffee and gave her the benefit of my, quite honestly, poor knowledge of fashion, leaving her question as to whether the new boots she had bought were indeed a bargain or a positive folly, unanswered. As we debated the value of a true bargain, my eye strayed to take in the view of the garden behind Shelly, and I realised with horror that the rain had begun....
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Shrieking like a banshee, I practically flew out of my seat, screamed something akin to "gorra gerem in, help me, help me gerem in", and dashed into the garden.
A bemused Shelly followed me into the garden, coffee cup still in hand ( I think she only came to watch!). I thrust the first curtain at her with a cry of "don't crease it, keep it flat" and grabbed at the remaining curtain still pegged to the washing line. She put down her cup, and just stood there; stood there, in the rain, holding my beautifully laundered curtains as the rain came down! "You are letting them get wet!" I yelled from within the folds of the other curtain as I fought to free it from the line. She just smiled, turned on her heel, and strolled indoors.
As I got inside with my precious load, Shelly was neatly folding hers. "No! No!" I called out, "I don't want them to get lines on them. Upstairs, upstairs, lay them out on the bed", and I ushered her up the stairs. "Why don't you just hang them?" she asked as we reached the top of the staircase, "They can air dry as they hang."
OK, I am prepared to accept good advice, especially when it makes such clear sense. I am even prepared to overlook the fact that I was too worked up to see the very obvious myself!
Shelly started to hang the first curtain, whilst I took precautions to prevent the one I was holding from creasing too much before it could be hung. I wandered into the spare room, and spread it lovingly on the spare bed. I considered myself lucky that I had spotted the rain before it became the downpour it had now turned into. All my hard work was saved. I must apologise to Shelly for my very brusque manner, but I was sure she would understand; she was capable of similar behaviour in a crisis. As I gazed out onto the now very wet garden, her voice reached my ear from the bedroom beyond "Are these favourite curtains?" she asked.
"Well, I like them very much" I replied. There was a slight pause.
"Were they expensive then?"
"Not overly"
"Oh good", came the answer....."you won't be too concerned that they've shrunk by a good 3 inches then......."
Cecilia Brabin
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