Ironing - Battistella Egeo - Polo shirt ironing
heated 0,15kW and vacuum sleeve ironing buck, board heating power 0,6kW, voltage 230V, weight 32kg, overall dimensions 42x133x94cm, closed ...
Ironing - Battistella Argo with blowing - Ironing light clot
troubles, for BATTISTELLA steam generators ordinary tap water is just enough. Voltage 230V, weight 39kg, overall dimensions 47x132x90cm, closed ...
How to use Battistella steam generator
stainless steel body, adjustable steamvalve, double security valve, security thermostat in default of water, water missing pilot lamp, pressure ...
The Worst Part of Pregnancy & Other Reptile Related Woes
A lot of women claim the first trimester is the worst... what with morning sickness, lethargy etc... but I have to disagree. The first tri was a breeze. I was never sick, I had my usual energy, I gained no weight. Granted I did have the "feed me now or someone dies" thing going on, but all in all not bad. Then seeing him being all Chuck Norris at the 13+4 ultrasound was the cherry on top of an easy first third. To me, the worst part of pregnancy is the time between the 12-14 week NT scan and quickening. You saw the baby in there, doing it's thing. But you can't feel it. Miscarriages still happen, and you have no way of knowing if all is well until your next OB visit. Is he alive, or did he die overnight cos I took a hot bath? Without feeling any movement, you can only wonder - and that "what if?" paranoia is effin' awful. Because of this, I'm thankful that this little guy has finally started to assert his will against my uterine utopia. Not much mind, but I feel at least one 5 minute stretch of jabs & flips every day, just enough to let me know he's still working on that roundhouse kick. Granted, the chances of anything terrible happening are basically nil at this point (less than 1%), but the reassurance is decidedly nice. In other news, I had to place a call to my new gas provider this morning, to sort out a WTF that appeared on my bank statement. I don't even ask if they speak English anymore, just occasionally apologize for my less than perfect German. So I get through this whole call of rate adjustment vs flat size & number of residents... to find out that the representative speaks *perfect* English, so much so that I could speak NY speed and joke about grammar without losing her. C'est la vie, huh? lol In other other news, I miss my dryer. Annabelle (one of my new tenants) sent me the box of baby clothes that had been stored in my closet, and they desperately need a wash. Not dirty, mind, just kinda "We've been in storage! Hooray!" funky. I could go ahead and wash...
