Now ironing is something that goes on in many houses. Where there are teenagers and the task has been subcontracted out i.e. do your own, it is what might be called an endangered species of house work.
OV and I have a fairly relaxed approach to the task and don’t become too distraught if it gets overlooked. It is a simple matter to pull out the ironing board and do a bit of emergency ironing ahead of having time for the whole task. However, on a day like today when I have wrestled with cupboard sorting, guest bed making-up and 101 other ‘do-it-on-the-way’ jobs, I am feeling weary. I know I ought to get stuck in and do the lot – after all, I’ve set today aside to catch up on such tasks, and OV still has a cold and can’t be relied on to do his own shirts – but….
The thing is, can I sit down to iron? I was brought up in the ‘stand to attention and show no weakness’ style of ironing, so am overwhelmed with guilt if I so much as think of a chair.
So, how about it folks? What is the right approach – what wins, ankles or history?
Ah, finished my cuppa. Must ‘bite the bullet.’