So this week my fairly expensive iron decided that since 18 months had passed since its purchase it was probably about time for it to leave for the great Ironing Board in the sky. Never mind that it had spent most of that time lounging around in the laundry cupboard, sipping Pina Coladas or laughing at my expense or doing whatever mostly-unemployed appliances do.

I bought a fairly cheap iron to take its place. I’m not going to explain why. It’s simple economics.

There is always a lot of discussion around the blogosphere about whether people prefer to be buried or cremated. Well, we decided that sucker should be rudely dissected and its innards used to make an insubstantial spray gun. And then its remains should be tossed unceremoniously into a landfill.

That will teach it.