MIL visited with an old friend of hers once, when I had two small children and had a line of washing blowing in the wind, sheets, pillow-slips, table cloths, cotton shirts, the lot.
It was dry enough to take in but I was leaving it until I had time to take it down quietly and fold it while it was still smooth - hated ironing.
Lovely old friend kindly brought it in for me. She announced that she had put it into the clothes basket, ready to iron. So she had - each thing rolled and screwed up tightly into a ball and squeezed into the smallest space possible and crushed and wrinkled beyond using without an iron. Not helpful.