press press press

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.

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