One of my little luxuries in life is newly laundered and ironed bed linen. For me there is nothing quite like getting into a beautifully made bed and snuggling between fresh, white cotton sheets and resting my head on a crisp, white pillowcase. Of course to enjoy this little luxury I have to spend some time at the ironing board.
Earlier today I stripped the bed, washed the sheets and hung them out to dry. This afternoon I have just gone outside to bring it indoors. The temperature is 35 degrees and just walking across the courtyard felt like crossing the Sahara Desert. Everything was so crisp and dry I put it all straight back on the bed, un-ironed. Shock, horror, such sluttish behaviour. This is something I never do.
Sorry folks, it’s just too hot to get the iron out!