Ironing is the chore I hate the most, I hate it with a passion, mainly because of shirts. Ex wasn't at home for most of the week, and would take away a dozen a week so that he could change for the evenings. In fact I am sure that his comment one night when he came home late one night to find me still up ironing of 'I do love to come home and see you sitting there ironing' was a factor that led to our subsequent divorce! I was outraged that he should enjoy seeing me doing something that he knew I hated. I farmed out my ironing for a year after that.
DBH has to dress smartly, plus there were two schoolchildren with strict dress codes. DBH has a huge wardrobe because he needs the space to store his dozens of shirts. He needs them all because I never get around to ironing them, but I don't let him do it either because he will only do it in front of the football which means wall to wall sport for me to endure, and it takes him 20 minutes to iron a shirt. I do them all the day before he goes back to school at the end of the holidays, and it takes me a day and a lot of wine.
So I have taken the very expensive measure of starting the slow process of replacing all of his beloved shirts as soon as is sneakily possible with non-iron shirts. This is hard, because due to the recession they are only available in very boring colours, and he does love nice shirts.
Kirsty Allsopp needs to spend a full day doing my husband's shirts, then she would know the utter tedium of it.