The weather forecast insists: 0 millimeters of rain, 0% probability. But the Lisbon instinct won't be fooled. As soon as the sky turns grayer than the Sé Cathedral at dusk and the scent of damp earth rises from the cobblestones, we start feeling that tingle in our hands – the uncontrollable urge to iron.
You're not alone. At IroningHero, we notice a spike in requests whenever the humidity warns that rain is coming. This week, while the sofa piled up with unironed shirts and the ironing board gathered dust in the corner...