The Annual Iron

After waking to the devastating news that the kettle had conked out, thought I'd test another household appliance.

Ironing takes place in this house so infrequently Mabel didn't seem to understand what the noise of the steam was all about. I choose clothes by their lack or ironing requirements, finally ironing the few things that need it and then wearing them all at once so they sit back in the pile again.

It's not that I dislike ironing, not at all. After all it's something you can do and still watch TV or listen to the radio. But it just never seems to form part of my week.