The Daily Cuppa
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The Daily Cuppa

I hate ironing. The only thing that sees a hot iron in my house these days is my hair.

Photo by Jennifer Uppendahl on Unsplash

I’d be lost without my straightener that tames the frizzy, wayward locks into some sort of normalcy.

As a kid, I loved ironing the tea towels and handkerchiefs. When I became a mum, ironing became more of a curse than a pleasure.

I used to iron the kids’ school uniform shirts as I hated them looking bedraggled walking out the door. I was secretly…

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Barb Dalton

Barb Dalton

Mum to 3 humans, 2 fur balls. Kiwi-Canuck. Nursing Instructor by day; Rants, reminisces and rhymes by night.