I've been thinking about household chores. Which are sexy and which not. Cleaning the toilet is clearly a zero. As is washing the floor. And making the beds. Which is why I have a char. Even when penniless. Two years ago she took a quarter of my gross earnings. My childfree, flat-living friends, sneer at the indulgence. "She's essential," I reply, "And I'm helping feed families across Brazil." But the one job I do myself is the ironing. For the last 48 hours I've been a one-woman Chinese laundry. Ten washloads since the girls got home. Piles of pressing. "That is so unsexy" said a mate to whom I described my day. Not true. Ironing is strangely erotic. It's all that steam. And the satisfactory smoothing out of creases... I know a woman who irons in her garden in the nude. It's seasonal, obviously. But she gives a whole new meaning to turning up the heat;-)