Only if I am in the mood, I enjoy ironing while listening to the radio or watching a film on tv.
I only iron pillow slips for me and sheets for visitors although, I sometimes get carried away and do all the sheets —not those dreadful fitted ones, though.
My mother was a demon ironer and always offered to help with the ironing if she came to stay. Everything, and I mean, everything was ironed, even knickers. My daughter asked me to get her to stop because, after ironing, the stretch in her socks disappeared so they fell down.
While a friend was in hospital, her husband, bless him, was determined to show her he could ‘cope’ on his own. He rang me to ask what temperature to set the iron to do her tights!