Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Ironing the tablecloth

Ironing the tablecloth,
Is as hard as hard can be
There is a hidden secret to it,
Unlockable without a key


Through thin air it travels,
It doesn't like the mist,
Surrendering only at its will,
Until you get the gist

Tonight was my grandmothers birthday, so we had the family over for dinner. As you can tell, I peformed the duty of ironing the table cloth. Tricky things they are. It was a really pleasent evening, and I'm glad I could contribute by dealing with the table cloth while my mum and gradmother handled the cooking (I'm not going to go into my lack of culinary skills at the moment).

Sara xx