I've been exasperated by my wonky ironing board, particularly since Ben tripped over a 2/20 thread and fell on the board, bending the pointed end leg almost a year ago. We went hunting for a more solid one, and found this on sale. So with the money we saved, (there's got to be a whole discipline in psychology as to what makes us feel we saved money, don't you think?) I got a new Sunbeam iron. Now I can retire my retarded Phillips, which I disliked from the day I bought it but couldn't be bothered to return because I was overwhelmed by the number of alternatives.
Spending money I don't have, perhaps, but these are important tools of the trade, I realized. The old one still works, so I might give it to Nelson's refugee support group.
Ladies and Gentlemen, my woad seeds have gone into two pots. I reread the instructions and it appears I need to cover the soil above the seeds with organic matter, but we have plenty of compost, so I shall dig deep into our heap later today.