Simple things -simple pleasures.
A pile of warm, fragrant ironing waiting to be put away.
Love it or hate it, there’s always a sense of achievement when you survey the results of the last hour’s work.
What’s your take on ironing? Love or hate? Or are you an inveterate non-ironer like my daughter who refuses to iron all but the absolute looks-like -it-was-dragged-through-a-bush-if-not-ironed?