a rare event

Ironing is one of my least favourite domestic chores, ranking well above emptying the cat litter tray on the scale of hatedness. Long gone are the days of ironing a daily shirt at breakfast time before going in to work – it’s a chore I now usually avoid!

However, tomorrow is local election day, and I’ll have to pass as respectable when lurking outside polling stations, and at the count. So I’ve gritted my teeth and got the iron out – for the first time this year, I think.