Because I've just come home from yet another long hospital appointment to discover a note saying "know you've not been well, I owed you a couple of hours built up over last few weeks so I've done your ironing" My ironing pile has magically transformed from huge soul destroying crumpled mess into beautifully ironed, neatly hung shirts. Shirts are practically the only thing that get ironed in this house but I'd got so behind there were none in the cupboards and we were all walking round looking crumply.
feel like giving her a big sloppy kiss - she's in her 60s, tiny, Irish and some weeks her 3 hours are the only thing between me and insanity. In 7 years I've never asked or suggested she should do the ironing or indeed noticed her not doing all her hours.