oh dear, the clothes in the ironing pile call me, “iron us, mrs hardly, iron us. press us and make us all fresh and crisp and wearable”.

and so i will eventually cave to the desperate pleas – if i want to actually have clothing to wear to batshitcrazyorg tomorrow. perhaps i will wait and press away while detective goren merrily violates the rights of his suspects – unfortunately my iron is complete crap, so the process will take longer than it should.