Mammoth task

I decided that today was the day I should tackle the large pile of ironing that had accumulated in the dining room on the back of a chair. I absolutely loathe and detest ironing. Its up there with cleaning the toilet in the 'worst jobs in the home' stakes. And its not only the pile I've tackled but various tops in my wardrobe that I haven't worn in ages because I can't be bothered ironing them. So, three shirts and one pair of trousers to go and I've lost the will to live. I've even got my DAB radio tuned into The Arrow rock station to help me along but now no amount of Rainbow, Fleetwood Mac or Toto can help me. Except that just as I was lying on my bed having a break they played 'I want to break free' which was so utterly appropriate it made me laugh lots. It almost made me want to get back to it but only while wearing a black leather miniskirt, black wig and thick moustache. And since I haven't got the miniskirt or the wig I thought I'd come on here instead.

Still, the sooner I get back to it the sooner I can finish and reward myself with a trip to the shop for copious amounts of chocolate.

*sigh*