On Saturday when hubby came back from wherever it was he'd been, Jess (our labrador: not yet 2 and still rather bouncy) got Very Excited that he was back. So excited in fact that she jumped up and put her front paws on the kitchen worktop so that she could bring him a tea towel as a present (it's usually tea towels, dishcloths or socks that she brings him). Unfortunately, she managed to knock the iron off the side (where it had been left to cool down). The iron broke - and it was a pretty pink Morphy Richards one - so I spent the next few minutes picking up bits of pink and white iron from the floor. There were also some words spoken along the lines of 'bloody dog'; I'm sure you get my drift.
So, on Sunday morning hubby went off to Argos to pick up a new iron. I'd already looked online, chosen the iron I wanted (a Breville retailing at £29.99), reserved one and had the reservation code sent through to hubby's mobile phone. All seemed well.
Except.... when he got home, he hadn't bought that iron at all. He'd forgotten to take his phone with him and hadn't thought to ask one of the sales assistants to help him get it. So, he'd looked at the irons in the catalogue and bought a different Breville one. An iron that cost £59.99, so £30 more than originally planned and he could have given me that £30 so I could stalk the Wollmeise website in the hope of an update (if I could be bothered, which is not likely, it has to be said).
This is the one he bought:
Truth be told? I'm a bit scared of it. And also a bit disappointed that an iron that cost £59.99 needs human input to make clothes crease-free! As it's obviously a bit of a posh iron, what if it takes offence at a. the ironing board which has a cover that's seen better days and b. the fact that most of the clothes it will be required to make crease-free are of the t-shirt variety and that the one item it's been used on so far (a John Lewis double-cuffed shirt*) is not the norm around here?
I might have to cast on for a new pair of socks to get up the courage to plug it in and work out what buttons to press. I wound the Malabrigo sock yarn for them a couple of nights ago.
*I rarely iron hubby's shirts since the time he told me that I didn't do them that well and certainly not the way he'd been taught in the military and I told him if that was so, he could do the bloody things himself.