I had a bit of time to kill yesterday, so I thought I would tackle the basket full of clothes next to the ironing board.
I worked my way through t shirts sheets and trousers. My wife's linen skirt was a particular triumph with its pleats.
I sat back afterwards congratulating myself on a job well done.
It was short lived however, when my wife returned and pointed out that I had ironed the dirty laundry that was destined for the washing machine.