As the ironer of all my own clothes (my wife doesn't do it well enough to suit me, probably intentionally) I think it might be time to go X-treme:
[N]ow there's a way to add excitement, a dash of danger, the adrenaline rush of risk: Take along an ironing board, a sturdy steam iron and a load of wrinkled shirts.
It's not for the faint of heart, to be sure. But extreme ironing - the marriage of activities like cliff jumping and kayaking treacherous rapids with what participants call "the satisfaction of a well-pressed shirt" - has been catching on.
You can't beat "a spot of ironing whilst rock climbing."
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