Therapy could be considered Iam and indeed I may consider it too, because I hate to admit it, I don't iron fitted sheets
or as previously stated, knickers, add to that socks, tea towels, bath towels, hand towels, face flannels. all washed, dried and bunged in the airing cupboard with minimal care and left to fester. No I admit it's not good, the word "slattern" comes to mind
I blame GN! However, clearly I'm not as far down the slippery slope as you Iam because I do iron pillowcases, flat sheets and duvet covers regularly. I was going to add that Mr B doesn't do that sort of ironing, only his own stuff, which is very bad of him really and not very egalitarian, but then I don't clear out the gutters. Come to think of it neither does he, he gets another man to do that, well it's man's job! I don't have time for it, I'm way too busy getting my eyebrows threaded and my hair extensions put in (women's stuff) so I'm hardly likely to go up ladders looking at the guttering am I? I mean that's what they're there for aren't they?
Returning to the subject of therapy, I'm having to undergo intense management of my "Loquentes Prosiluisti" a serious condition that pertains mainly to women, but in layman's terms it roughly translates to "ranting". It's been quite distressing on reading through other threads to find out that besides me, other GNs seem to be suffering from the same affliction. For example, the usual level headed POGS' contribution to the "Poll Results From Labour First" according to another poster who kindly took the time to inform her "it's not like you to have a rant" just looking closer to see who said that....well blow me down it was Grandad, who'd have thought it! Anyway, there is hope out there for us and similarly affected ranting women If any Gransnetters out there have been cursed with this affliction, I'd be the first to admit it's not pleasant, worst cases can result in duel [sic] rants , I'd be happy to pass on the details of my therapist.