I know my house-mate can be a bit strange, but today I found her ironing paper.
It seems that a friend in the next village had asked her to inquire at the mayor's office, if it would be possible to put up a small A4 poster advertising a vintage and classic car rally.
Lisbeth set off with the poster in the direction of the office, stopping off at her next door (but one) neighbour to give them some leeks. On being offered a cup of tea, she left the poster in the hall (so as not to forget it when she left) and stayed for tea and a chat.
Crossing the hall on her way out, Lisbeth found that the poster had gone. When asked about it, her neighbour said that she had thought it was rubbish left over from the post so had crumpled it up and thrown it away.
Hence, Lisbeth has been ironing it in the hope of making it presentable.
It seems that a friend in the next village had asked her to inquire at the mayor's office, if it would be possible to put up a small A4 poster advertising a vintage and classic car rally.
Lisbeth set off with the poster in the direction of the office, stopping off at her next door (but one) neighbour to give them some leeks. On being offered a cup of tea, she left the poster in the hall (so as not to forget it when she left) and stayed for tea and a chat.
Crossing the hall on her way out, Lisbeth found that the poster had gone. When asked about it, her neighbour said that she had thought it was rubbish left over from the post so had crumpled it up and thrown it away.
Hence, Lisbeth has been ironing it in the hope of making it presentable.
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