Once a week, twice a week, until the pile of clothes becomes a small man made mountain that you need to navigate over to reach the front door; however often you try and put it off, the stack of ironing becomes inevitable. Usually this mundane household chore falls on the shoulders of the lady of the house; the mother, wife or girlfriend. In this senario, it was no different, Rachy had the task. After spending what felt like an age ironing and despite already having a closet full of other clothing items, Seanie felt the need to grab the item that was most accessible to him, namely the shirt that was still being ironed. Realizing that Rachy was becoming increasingly impatient, Seanie decides to ‘be the man’ and step up to help in the household chore…