Got on with
the ironing after lunch, ironing being something I’ve become competent at since
becoming a house husband. It might be just me, but I always start with the quick
and easy stuff, moving on to the more difficult, which usually means tops,
later. The exception being Mrs P’s selection of blouses and jumpers for work.
Why can’t women wear simple shirts the same as men, which are easy to iron.
Perry juniors’ school shirts are easy. Women’s’ blouses always seem to have
ruffles and tucks, or something to make them awkward, and I’ve recently noticed
the odd awkward garment appearing in the eldest’s wardrobe. The compromise we’ve
reached is Mrs P does her own tops. To be honest, I’m not sure she thinks they’re
done properly if she hasn’t done them.
In the
evening I’m off out and despite it being Valentine’s Day it’s not with Mrs P.
Who said romance is dead? During the winter Perry Junior and I attended and
passed an ECB cricket umpires course. The youngest as part of his Duke Of
Edinburgh award, and me to keep him company, and because by the time I’d
dropped him off and come back home, I’d have had no time to do anything before
going back to collect him. So last night I attended my first meeting of the
local umpires association, and very welcoming they were, though I must say I
lowered the average age in the room by about 20 years! It was the AGM and
having sat through various clubs AGM’s and committee meetings over the years,
it was nice to see that the stereotypes you get at clubs all over the country were
represented. The season starts mid-April which is fast approaching, and it’s quite
daunting to think in two months I could be umpiring 1st Xl league
cricket.
Yours reading
the rule book
Jay
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