When we got engaged my godfather, who was clearing out his mam’s house as she had just died, asked if I would like her old ironing board.
It was a little rusty and rather heavy to lift but other than needing a new cover it would do fine until I got round to getting a replacement.
Nearly 11 years later and I finally bought a new one.
This morning the ironing board collapsed whilst I was ironing. One second it’s up and the next the board, the t-shirt I was busy ironing and the iron are flat on the floor. Thankfully I managed to pick up the iron before it did any damage to the carpet.
It would seem that two welds on one set of legs had come away.
Having a pile of ironing still to do and no board I improvised – the piano stool and a dining room chair ! ! !