Rewarding housework

2.5 hours of quiet ironing is not too bad. Not that I prefer ironing to seeing my friends and family, but it's a domestic duty that I really don't mind. A perfect moment of quiet silence allowing time for the favourite music, or for catching up on last summer's radio shows with famous and not so famous people sharing their life stories. There isn't really a way to rush the ironing. It takes the time it takes. And the smell of hot, clean cotton with a fragrance of summer flowers is very comforting.

And the feeling of accomplishment when it's all done. Rewarding.