Ironing not entirely successful.
I shall just salvage what I can, bin what I can't (or rather, pass to next door to use as rags for mechanicking) and grit my teeth and try and think of it as an opportunity.
Actually, I can probably get away without replacing any, as the shirts are from OH and little bear who both have (or had) a surplus. So I suppose I could try and spin it to make it seem a clutterbust. No matter how I look at it, though, I am really fed up with myself.
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