February 08, 2005
What people do when they don't have a weblog.
As far as Domestic Godesses go Ron's mother has raised the bar a yard or two. She and Ron's dad come to our flat in Amsterdam every Thursday to mind Jacob. He does have a place at a creche on that day but they like being able to spend a day with him, even if it means leaving Ijsselstein at 6.30 am so that they can venture all 35 kms to Amsterdam in the peak hour traffic. While minding Jacob they also accidentally clean our flat, mend lights and taps, shop, cook dinner, vacumn the communal staircase and put things away. It takes us a whole week to find things again.
I was mystified last week when Ron's mum mentioned she'd done the ironing. I hadn't actually thought we had any. After all, it is a cornerstone of my shopping policy. After she left I cruised the apartment looking for ironed-things. Then I saw them. A neatly folded pile of ironed sheets and pillow cases. I can just hear them shrieking in shock at the feel of the unfamiliar hot iron!
Still, not a patch on my Aunt Wene though. SHE used to iron her underpants while maintaining a spotless shrine to 1950's domesticity in the suburban bliss of Elsternwick.
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