Where next

It wasn’t til I put my thumb through the cover of the ironing board and removed it that I realised how old it was. After I had taken off 3 covers I got to the rusty frame. It has had a good life.
In our early life it doubled as a table and an ironing board in our tiny flat.
That was when a starched white shirt was mandatory for work but a dining table was not.
Now it is off to the recycling centre to be turned into something else and I have bought myself a new lightweight board.