Just that really.
Detest & despise ironing with every fibre of my being.
She needs a clean, white shirt every day and she's only in week 2 of her transition to high school, so she still cares enough to want to look smart enough to make a good impression.
She wears a blazer at all times, and, apparently, needs the combined permission of the Pope and the Queen in order to remove said blazer, even if the thermometer is pushing 40-degrees.
In the interests of full disclosure (and to head off all the tutting comments about how I have failed in my parental duties by not teaching her to iron before she could crawl), she is blind so ironing the shirts herself is REALLY not a good idea.
Oh, and we don't have a tumble dryer, so I can't just shake the creases off.
And, by the way, when retailers claim their uniforms are non-iron, they are telling big, fat porkies.