I've mentioned before that Friday night usually involves doing some washing. Of late, I've taken to doing the ironing on Friday night as well - at least when convenient. Stuff is just much easier to iron when it hasn't been sitting in the dryer overnight.
I realise that spending Friday night ironing is tragic, but to each their own I say!
I'm getting better at it, but I must confess to still struggling with women's clothes. To iron an item you need to understand how it works, and here I struggle! With blokes' clothes they're usually dead easy, but all of those beautiful bumps, bulges and curves that make the feminine form (in all its flavours) such an aesthetic delight seem to lead to a mysterious labyrinth of nips, darts, tucks and pleats of seemingly byzantine complexity!
Maybe I should follow the advice of some of my sixth form pupils who I overheard the other day: "Ironing? Oh God, I never iron a thing!"