My Canadian sister-in-law once showed me a clever way of standing when you have your photograph taken that makes you look thinner. I always forget and look like a big fat blob. Anyway, I have adopted this pose with the ironing machine behind the door and it has diminished greatly. I have then plonked a laundry basket on top and, gosh, you'd hardly know it was there. It's no bigger than Mr Smith's horrid golf clubs. Well, it is of course but it's standing nicely so you'd think at first glance it's not so very large after all.
I dared to try it out and I have to say it's jolly good. The only problem is you have to be quite good at folding and I'm rubbish. If you start with your sheet all squiffy with loads of creases you will end up much the same but with more definite creases. I am working on it. I practised with pillowcases and caught the tie around my trousers in the roller; the machine tried to eat me and roller me completely flat. Not a great start. However, I did get through the sheets and duvet cover in a trice and now I want some more. It's fun.
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