Blissful domesticity...

Oh the joys of ironing! What I enjoy most about it is that you cannot really be doing anything else at the same time....other than listening to music....and it really is quite therapeutic. Most of the time, at least. Until you start to iron creases into clothes. And then can't get rid of them. On the other hand, I wonder how many hours have been spent by people doing ironing as opposed to other, more constructive things? And as therapeutic as it is, there are other things that I find even more relaxing that I could be doing instead. Now that I've thought about it a bit more, I long for the day when somebody, somewhere, invents a fabric that comes out of the washing machine uncreased. Hmm.