I’ve not ironed more than one shirt, or a couple of hankies, in a single session since I can’t remember when. K would expect me to iron her stuff as well as mine, which would be fine except she’d never do my shirts in return. I got really annoyed about it, and ended up not ironing anything. This wasn’t a problem while I was still an academentic; if ever I needed a smart shirt I’d just do one.

Nowadays I like to look a bit smarter though—I even wore a tie to work a week ago, which really got people wondering—and so my nice or dress shirts are getting a bit crumpled. Jenny is away at a lab retreat tonight, so I’ve put some of my fave tunes on the Bose, poured myself some cider and got down to it.

I’ll… be back in another seven years, maybe.