I simply don't have the time, energy, inclination or the interest to iron these kinds of things.
Dishcloths, cleaning rags, towels - everything.
And again today, she brought back some of Pixie's knickers she had washed from when she had her last week. Ironed. Why? Does it make them feel better on bottoms? Does your bum appreciate ironed knickers or undies???
Tea towels. Why? Do they dry dishes better than un-ironed ones? Every inch of her bedlinen is ironed within an inch of its life. Me, I wash, dry and chuck it back on. I don't care whether it's ironed when I'm so bloody exhausted and collapse into bed. All I'm really looking for is rest, not crisply-pressed sheeting.
And don't even get me started on her unrelenting insistence of using those manky chuffing air fresheners that let out a fart-like pfffffff of neurotoxin-filled spray every time you walk past them...