I hate ironing but I am very particular about it.
Ironing, like running, is something that happens to Other People. I last ironed an item of clothing (as opposed to stuff like hama beads/fabric paint etc which is arty-farting about and doesn't count) for my friend's daughter's christening. A purple flowery top for me to wear, it was.
Said child was a school year below my child, which means they'll be sitting their GCSEs next summer
Mind, the SmallestCub's new-in-September school has a new uniform from September, which involves shirts and ties instead of their current polos. That could test even my powers of hanging-up-properly-combined-with-not-really-caring-much.