When is a chore not a chore?

When it's for my Master of course.

Ironing. My most-hated household task.
I'd rather clean the toilet.

I spend ages running the iron over clothes; slowly, slowly, just enough steam, perfect.
Then I remember that clothes have a back as well as a front.

*Sigh*

Turn it over. Start again.
Every last crease gone.

Hold it out. Inspect it. That corner... That evil, sneaky crease.

Repeat until finally it can go on a hanger.

That was just his shirt.
Repeat with the trousers.
Turn them back and front, again and again, doing one side only to manage to iron a crease into the other.

Finally, the hanger.

Look at the shirt as the trousers hang beside it.
Really? A crease?

Finally, shirt, trousers and jacket hang ready.

Ready for his job interview.

Good luck my dearest, even ironing isn't *that* bad when it's for you.