Word of the day is “antimacassar“. Previously known to me as “those stupid headrest doilies”. I thought I’d wash them to see if it got rid of the musty smell in the upstairs sitting room. We now have very wrinkly antimacassars, and I certainly can’t be arsed to iron the feckers. Maybe they’ll flatten as people rub their oily heads into them. I’ve emptied a bottle of Febreeze over the curtains as they’re now my chief musty suspects.