Ah, me… the Simple Things.
I ordered two sets fitted bed sheets, yesterday. They arrived today. That’s triffick, ain’t it? A pair of beige, and a pair in white. So we now have – where before we had none – four super-king size fitted sheets.
I’ve also ordered another yellow and white ‘pomelo’ super-king duvet set. I don’t like the blue and pink version we have so having two white n’ yello means we can use one whilst washing t’other.
All is not quite fully peachy yet, tho’. Because I’d really like, either 1) all the pillows to match, or 2) at least the non-pomelo ones should all be the same. And they should enhance the vibes. The current mixed grab bag just don’t cut it.
Whilst re-making the bed today, I also took all the sundry other sheets, and either stuck in the dirty linen pile, or – if clean – stored them in our ‘new’ tall boy-ish chesty o’drawers. I’m not a fan of that material that’s made of plastic fibres – I dislike it so much my brain refuses to recall its name!
Ah… ‘fleece’. That’s the hideous and very untrue misnomer it goes by. In the drawer and out of sight with you. Begone, foul dwimmerlaik!*
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In other equally mundane and unglam’ news, I did a double shift delivering today. And unlike the last time I did the same (Friday the previous week), survived alright. In part that may be cause I managed to do my second (and longer) shift in just half the time allotted. But it must also mean I’m not quite so ill as I was, right?
*I love that line, in LOTR. I looked into the etymology of the word, and it seems Tolkien was poss’ adapting ‘a Middle English word for occult practices or magic’, dweomerlak.