Wished a friend first thing in the morning on her birthday, and she responded, “Thanks. What a nice start to the day, especially as my first task is to fold the laundry before the cleaning lady gets in.”
I asked her if it would make her feel any better to know that I spent one hour and forty minutes the previous day doing my weekly ironing. Strangely enough, it did make her feel better.
Unlike our mothers, we have washing machines. Why then do we still spend so much time just keeping our clothes wearable?
And does it really matter?