Random post. I used to hate ironing. Now it’s a therapy for me 😂. Dah jadi macam ritual. Every Sunday morning, at 7-7.30am, is my ironing time. Not to be disturbed & I hate it when it gets distrupted. Masuk bilik laundry, on my Spotify (free 😊) , start. Usually 1-1 1/2 hrs of me time. Why do I feel it as therapy? I get my 1 1/2 of don’t-disturb-me time.I’m alone.when I finished, the to-be ironed basket is empty & the done ones will be neatly hanged & neatly folded in the ‘done’ 🧺 basket.