Why have you posted a picture of just at wrestling crowd?

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try tumble drying it with some tennis balls (this is not a joke - I’m sure this is a thing)

definitely not a thing!!

:flushed:

We had anti static dryer balls. Didn’t do anything apart from make a racket.

Now has @bigduv said I just put tshirts on hangers straight out the washing machine. Minimal creases.

Oh big time. I fully support anyone who needs or wants a cleaner in getting one.

this is for @meowington 's ruined coat

I don’t iron either - only comes out if i need to iron a “smart shirt” for an interview or something. Once in a blue moon

The novelty of pushing a vacuum around the house that isn’t a shitting Henry hasn’t got old just yet.

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Note on the not ironing. I have to wear a shirt to work 4 days a week

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Used to have a henry, hated it,

Now got a cordless upright, which is fantastic and a timesaver as you don’t have to keep plugging it in, meaning I’m more likely to hoover.

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Aye same, he belonged to our landlady so couldn’t wait to bin of that smiley twat when we moved. Got a Shark now innit, it’s got headlights for all your nighttime hoovering needs.

I did a thread about this ages ago. Was quite surprised by the results. I want one, wife doesn’t.

Don’t think I could go back to a corded vacuum cleaner. Absolute mug’s game…

I’m at both ends of the spectrum

Hetty for the hardcore heavy lifting, and a little dyson handheld for spontaneous clean up of cat litter bits and hairballs that float around like tumbleweed. Lives next to the sofa so I can use it to hoover biscuit crumbs off myself

Only time i’d iron a shirt’s for a job interview, funeral, wedding or christening.

Probably iron about two things a year on average.

Hmm, looks like they do a cordless Henry now…

Right with you on all of this. I wear a suit to work all week. I buy non-iron shirts (yeah right) and never iron them. I have not been fired for this. Although to be fair I’ve not been fired for much worse things so perhaps I’m immune.

I did, however discover the other week the circumstances in which I would iron a shirt. These were those circumstances: I was going to the wedding of a much-loved relative; I had travelled six hours with my shirt rolled up in a rucksack; when I got to the place I was staying overnight the shirt was very creased even by my standards; two feet away from the place I had hung the shirt up when I arrived, was an ironing board with a plugged in iron on it. So I gave the front a bit of an iron.

That’s what it takes to make me iron.

this is bollocks

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