Why the Iron Is the Unlikely Hero of Grey Days
Lisbon is beautiful in the rain. The wet cobblestones, the smell of roasted chestnuts mingling with the humid air, that silvery light that makes the viewpoints even more dramatic. But for you, staring at the basket of wrinkled laundry while listening to the raindrops tapping on the window, the beauty of the weather is irrelevant. What really matters is: how am I going to have presentable clothes when the humidity won't let anything dry... (total 11891 chars)