Originally Posted by punky

Spare a thought for my dear old mum though. At one point, me and my younger brother were at school, and my dad was in the police, while my brother was at work in the city. That meant ironing 23 shirts alone (my younger brother and I had to go to saturday school). Then we had, 3 pairs of trousers each, i'm guessing. Not including what she wanted to iron for herself. No wonder sunday became ironing day

It wern't as bad as it sounds for her though. She's a mother hen, she loves it. When I came home from Uni one weekend with my clothes washed up there, she was well disappointed.