As unlikely as it seems, I seem to be channelling the spirit of June Cleaver.
That might not be so surprising to anyone who knew me in high-school, but for anyone who saw my rectory in Dunblane…
Today was Wash Day. And (pace, June) since I have a modern wonder of a condensing drier, what made it Wash Day was that it was raining. There were mountains of sheets and towels and clothes, hillocks of hand-washing, and an iron hoping to preside over it all.
All day, it was up the stairs, down the stairs, water whooshing, drier buzzing, cat twitching and standing guard against transgressors at the bus stop.
And while it all went on, I sat at the table, surrounded by cookbooks and planning menus. I love cookbooks. And it seems that everyone I’ve ever known is hoping to visit me in Durham, so I had the perfect excuse to play all day, pretending it was planning.
Tomato bisque with soft rolls and camembert.
Chilli with glazed butternut, crunchy slaw, and chocolate pots.
Dragonwagon Parsnip Nubbins with raw cranberry relish, dark greens and pecan pie.
On and on it went. Wash, dry, plan a menu. I enjoyed it immensely. And then I poached an egg for supper, and sighed deeply over the ironing. For the truth is, June Clever never was my role model. It was always Samantha from Bewitched.
wonderful exchange 
Is that Samantha as in the original or as in Nicole Kidman in the film?
The original. I never saw the film. Admitting to a childhood spent watching 60s re-runs is one thing. Going to the cinema as a adult, quite another. (but was it worth it?)
Well, no. The original was better, as is usual with remakes. But, that said, I will be off to see the film of “Tinker Sailor Soldier Spy” – Gary Oldman may give Alec Guiness a fair run fior his money.
I’ll be right over.