but there still be creases

I know doing ironing isn't exactly up there in the list of rock'n'rolley things to do on a friday night, but then I'm not very rock and roll. Thankfully my saving grace came when I got lynched by my camera en route (not that taking photos of a steam iron is very rock and roll either, but to the inner'tographer in me it's a lot more fun).

Entered that today. I doubt anything will come of it, but it felt a good thing to do and if nothing else it'll be nifty to say I've had three photos published in the biggest book in the world. If I'm lucky enough that is.