Ironing

Ironing is the work of the devil (cue Mum revolving in her grave) and is a task I undertake reluctantly.  But with Mr Glis working on something that requires a smarter appearance than his normal look, I’ve had to iron shirts for the last few weeks and it’s been SUCH a mind-numbing chore, confirming my view. And before any one suggests he does his own, I’m the first to admit we employ a fair division of labour in our family and I’ve no desire to cut the grass on a regular basis either. Roll on his return to normal work!