Boy are my arms tired

I was going to write a post on the curious language in Borstal boy, but I spent over an hour ironing table linens and now I just feel tired and sore. This used to be monshu's work and a year ago or so he simply stopped doing it without really saying why and we literally had nothing more to wipe our faces with at dinner.

I watched Wallender (the TV series starring Henriksson rather than the earlier one with Lassgård or the BBC remake with Branagh) while I did it and it was fairly unsatisfying. I know Ystad is a small town, but even by small-town standards the police force seemed pretty dumb and the plot relied on too many improbably coincidences to hold it together. So I think I'm done looking for methaBro(e)n.