I think some brand names are just silly. I used to like 'jiff' because it sounded like something would get clean in a jiffy, but now it is called 'ciff' which sounds like an abbreviation for syphilis. And I really do not care for 'cillit bang' because this also sounds smutty.
I have, with persuasion from my friend Kay-Woo joined a baton twirling troupe. This is really fun, but at the competitions I keep losing to the fourteen year olds. These competitions are combining two of my least favourite things: youths and losing. Ugh. I have made a friend, and we don't like the other girls in our category which is good, but I don't know if I like her either because I suspect her of being a hippy (she had a 'hemp' badge on her bag; I saw it). My troupe is clearly the best, but at the last competition none of us won a 'princess' award which is wrong and unjust. Obviously I couldn't win because I am too queenly, but the others are all definitely princess-chic.
I am struggling with stain removal just now. I have a red wine stain on my karate gi that just won't shift.
Oohh that reminds me, I am now amazing at ironing:
Shirts - just do the front bit and them wear a blazer so that nobody sees the rest
Skirts - buy ruffled ones that don't need ironing
Dresses - get them dry cleaned so that you don't need to iron them
Trousers - these are quite easy because you just go up and down, there are no wibbly bits
Other items - just make sure you don't get tangled in the iron's cord if you walk around the ironing board
I would like to end this blog post with a nice happy thought: don't look down on people unless you are helping them up. Or taller than them, up a ladder, etc.
*One is number.
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