Somewhere in my brain a closed door meeting was in session, the attendees - my uvula, my oesophagus, and my nose. I'm not sure what the topic of dis...Read more
There's nothing as annoying as ironing clothes, bed sheets or whatever.
I'd happily pay for someone else to do it.
It doesn't make any sense either. Why do I need to iron clothes before wearing them and at what point did ironing become a necessity, like food or shelter?
