Adam asked me if I would iron his new jeans this morning.
No problem at all apart from the fact I couldn’t find the iron because ironing is something I avoid unless it’s absolutely essential, and running my hair straightners over the item of clothing won’t be sufficient!
Anyhow, as I began ironing, I had a flashback to my Dad ironing a pair of jeans for me when I was about 17yrs old.
I remember standing in the kitchen with a look of absolute horror on my face as he held them up beautifully ironed with a perfect crease down them!!
‘What have you done to my jeans?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Jeans don’t have a crease down them!!’
‘Well you want to look smart don’t you?!’
I can hear this conversation right now as clear as day. I’m laughing about it now and its made me smile.
A memory so small that means so much, thanks Dad~I needed that today, further proof that those who we lose never go away they always here in one way or another.
Happy Sunday~may you’re ironing pile be small and you’re coffee strong.❤️x



