the hazards of ironing

so, a couple of weeks ago, i was happily ironing away here at mel & cam's place. as I finished one garment, i propped the iron up on the board and turned around to get the next item of clothing. unfortunately, my fat ass got in the way and bumped the ironing board. the iron went tumbling face first onto the carpet.

instinctively i dived onto the carpet to grab the iron, and burnt a long fat blister on my thumb in the process. but that was not the worst of the damage done. Within seconds, the iron had branded a big fat triangle into this fabulously shithouse acrylic carpet. right in the middle of the floor.

i almost died, seriously, I haven't felt that bad in a long time. and for weeks we've been staring at the brand, and it stares straight back at you, never blinking.

but today, the carpet repairers came... and saved my life. these guys are frickin' brilliant. they cut a square of carpet from the wardrobe and patched the damaged carpet, so skillfully that you can barely see the join... except that the new patch is clean and white.. but we can fix that!

hallelujah!