Wow, I was struck by everyone's survey's at how none of us really iron. I remember my grandfather used to spend like an hour ironing a shirt. One time he caught me doing one for my dad and he about had a fainting fit he was so ashamed of my skills. I still am a lousy ironer. Maybe this is one of those things like cheese-making that is becoming a lost skill.
I can just see my mother-in-law who is among the few profficent and regular ironers left out there, out at the Phrophetstown museum in twenty years at their new 1950s housewife display, showing young women the lost art of ironing.
I guess there is still hope. My mother, who is visiting, was apalled that after my iron broke a year ago it hadn't been replaced. She bought me a new one.