Streets paved with…….what?????; Ironing what?????

It’s cold.  We’re all wearing thick coats and hats.  Mind you, there’s not that many people around.  I guess, partly, because it’s still lunchtime.

I’ve had my hair cut and am walking to the cigarette shop.  I go down the street with the fantastic Art Noveau buildings – something to be seen in Milan, one of which is pictured at the top of my blog.

I’m following this guy, rather rotund, wearing one of those hats with the fur flaps that come down to cover the ears – like a deerstalker a bit but I don’t remember the proper name.

He didn’t look like one of the homeless guys. I mean he was only carrying one plastic bag which looked like it only had a couple of things, at most, in it.  But his next action was quite surprising.

He suddenly stops, looking at something on the ground, then stoops and picks it up.

Not as you might think, a coin or something that might be of either value or interest.

No, he picks up a comb.  An ordinary black, plastic comb. On the street. Probably used.

Puts it in his pocket and continues to walk on and around the next corner.  As I am going straight on, I turn slightly to glimpse someone who is probably around 60, grey beard, not untidy chap.

What a strange thing to do, I thought.

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F has changed me in many ways.  Or, rather, I do some things now that I would never have done in the past.  One of these is ironing sheets  For me, what was crucial was that they were clean.  Now, yesterday, because my bloody cleaner is so slow I find that all the clean sheets are still to be ironed.

So, as a couple of weeks ago, F, who had been really busy was so apologetic about the fact that he had had no time to iron the sheets, I ironed sheets.  Never really saw the point of it myself.  I mean, you put them on the bed and by the end of the first night they are never perfect.  So why bother?

Yet here I am, ironing sheets.

OK, so I admit that they are better having been ironed.  But still.  As someone who loathes ironing, this was really going over the top!

Bah!

4 thoughts on “Streets paved with…….what?????; Ironing what?????

  1. Hi Gino,

    Thanks for the comment. I had a look at your blog and was going to post a comment but you don’t have the ability to post with an open URL (OpenID is not the same I’m afraid).

    Anyway, it was on your spaghetti bolognese post. You know, there are a few restaurants that now serve ham & pineapple pizza here, in Milan – and it’s truly delicious!! :-D

  2. being Italian I’m not super suprised about the comb. Streets are paved with almost everythig here ;)
    I couldn’t pick up anything, not even a coin.
    (but I could pick up 50 Euros)
    :D

  3. Combs are strange things. You see them quite a lot, even in the UK. But, to pick one up off the pavement?

    I could pick up a coin – even if it were 1 cent! Who knows when i might need that – but a comb…that someone else has used……………. noooooooooooooooo! :-D

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