What’s the household task you most dislike doing? Why do you think that is — is it the task itself, or something more?
Ironing is the one task that has absolutely no bearing on the well-being of your household. If it isn’t done, nobody will starve, no animals will be harmed, the world will continue turning. There are plenty of other tasks that need to be done.
Why, I ask myself, should I spend another minute of the remaining score and a half of my allotted time pushing that dreary instrument of torture across my unfortunate clothes, only to gather another fine set of creases as soon as I fold and store?
Whose fabulous idea was it that clothing should be neatly pressed and trousers should have knife-edge creases? It’s just not natural – the moment you don the results of your labour of not much love, all that work is for naught – unless you stand to attention like a well-drilled cadet for the rest of the day.
For me, the only point in this make-work chore is found at the tip of the stupid, hot, heavy, steam-spitting, clunky, carpal tunnel syndrome aggravating, fabric wrecking, cable tangling waste of time and space that is an iron..