A couple of weeks ago a local rough and ready (but still canny) farmhand from across the Hope Valley called into our place to deliver a trailer of logs for the wood burner. He happened to catch me in the middle of doing the family ironing. No big deal I thought.
Just this morning, he called again with a second delivery of logs ..... and this time caught me with the vacuum cleaner in my hand.
The look of ‘olde world’ disgust on his face was a picture.
“Look here mate .... I know what you are thinking .... but letting Mecannylass loose with an electric iron and a Dyson when she is suffering from hot flushes is like distributing weapons of mass destruction to some Third World Dictator“
I could tell the farmhand still couldn't understand. Bless him.
