I managed a couple of goodies at the Pink Party Grammaretto but not the cakes.
There were stuffed eggs and asparagus rolls, so I didn't starve
And I had 6 cups of tea 
I'm saving myself for Northland where BJ has promised to take me to posh French cafes to sample yummies comme apprécié en France.
Hope your drive to Whangarei went well BJ
and your DH is tickety-boo.
I've forwarded the Samba vid to my DS as I think Gubbins will like the rhythms. 
I remember my Mum ironing when I was a child, Doodle. First with the flat irons she heated on the range, then graduated to electricity but for both, she would wet and ring out a towel, then wrap a garment in it, squeeze and unwrap.
The dampened garments seemed to come out fine.
Later she used one of those fine spray misting bottles.
I hope you get your iron repaired.
I used to want one of those rollers, like a mange with cylindrical cushions rather than rubber rollers, though the effect is the same. Nice smooth clothes.
Nowadays I'm not safe with an iron
so always look like a tatterdermalion!
Podiatry and blood tests this morning; I was told Alan would pick me up in the St. John Shuttle.
When he did, it was clear he wasn't the sharpest knife in the box.
When he came back later, despite my simple instructions, "the cafe next to the library", he went to the wrong place.
I saw the bright yellow vehicle and hirpled towards him, shouting his name.
It took him quite a while to respond, in fact he was pulling away from the kerb as I bellowed a final, desperate, 'ALAN!' at him.
He stopped and eventally got me home, where he said, 'Oh, by the way, my name is Peter, I'm standing in for Alan who's sick.' 
I'd been calling him Alan all the way to the health centre but he hadn't correct me.
No wonder he took a while to register my frenzied cries 
Looking forward to seeing DS and Lady Gubbins tomorrow.
And then it'll be....
...Wednesday !!!!!!!!! Eeeek.