Some of you might find this odd, but I love ironing. The smell of the heated fabric, the cloth under my fingers as I smooth the wrinkles before passing the iron over, the hiss of the steam – I find these things very soothing. I iron shirts, trousers, dish towels, bedding, handkerchiefs – whatever. I love a nicely ironed pillowcase. It is a treat to lay my head upon, and a very nice thing to provide for someone else as well.
