EASY STEP TO DYEING YOUR BRA!

I fell at the first hurdle, you have to have some rubber gloves (I have never possessed a pair of rubber gloves!). I have since done a straw poll with some of my friends and they all have rubber gloves - I now feel a little inferior/let down - why hasnt anyone told me about having to have some!).

Not one to be beaten by the lack of a pair of gloves(!), I just got on with it 'gloveless'.

Tom and I were now no longer speaking .............. He said I shouldn't have used the bowl he uses to clean the windows with (I would normally use a cloth!), and there were about 4 buckets in the shed (all full of spiders) I should have been using, I suggesed he use those to clean his windows with!

Hands full of pink dye I realised I needed some salt (well you would wouldnt you!), so I had to speak to Tom after all - he moaned as he spooned in 4 tbsp (is that table spoons / tea spoons or soup spoons as Tom was using - I thought it best not to say anything AGAIN). I continued to stir for 15 minutes and then left for 45 minutes. In the meantime I was trying to cook the sunday lunch and had to put the timer on for the first 15 minutes of cooking time (at my age you need the timer as I usually forget what time I put it in the oven). Tom assured me he would know when the 45 minutes for the bra deying were up (we were speaking again, by then!). But he wasnt going to put his hands in that pink stuff and that would be up to me. By this time, the pinger on the first 15 minutes for the sunday lunch had gone off which meant I had to turn down the oven temperature, but my hands were full of pink dye as I was just in the middle of a "stir" ......... who was going to turn the oven down? Tom was in the other room watching the Grand Prix, I didnt really know what he was going to say to me when he came in (althought I could imagine!). Boldly going where I didnt really want to go, I shouted him and asked if he could just 'pop into the kitchen', he did happen to mention he was watching the grand prix, but I said it was desperate. The oven was turned down a few degrees, I smiled, he said 'what'? .... could he please put on the timer for 45 minutes ........ all I can say, is that I am glad United beat spurs yesterday !!!

The timer pinged - 45 minutes was up - at least the meat was well on its way to be cooked, but the bras had been in the bowl too long (Tom had forgotten it was his job to tell me when the 45 minutes was up, because he thought he had set the timer for that, I explained the timer had been set for the meat).

I couldnt fnd the instructions for the dyeing because they had been thrown out in an earlier 'discussion' I had had with Tom. I remembered something about having to put the bra(s) into some cold water, but where was I to put the luke warm redundant pink water - we now had a lovely pink sink (it is normally white). Quickly getting out the jif I was scrubbing the sink when Tom came into the kitchen to see if there was anything he could do to help, I did say everything was under control, I don't know why - but he didn't believe me!!!! He spotted the now empty bowl (yes, you know the one, his favourite bowl for washing the windows) which just had 2 pink bra(s) in and was a lovely shade of pink - he looked at me and said in typical Victor Meldrew style 'I don't believe it'!!! As you can imagine a few harsh words were spoken and he left the room. The pinger then went off again, which meant the meat had to be checked, I couldnt ask Tom to come back in the kitchen again, could I ?

Needless to say, we did get to eat our Sunday lunch and the bra(s) are now a beautiful shade of pink ready to be decorated next weekend.

..... and now for the walking news, we completed our 20 mile walk in 5 hours 15 minutes - the highlight of the day was eating our bacon butties and tiffin whilst sitting in the foot passenger ferry going from Sawrey over to Bowness ....... perfect !

Look out for bra decorating tips next week !.

Jude x