Trouser presses are a common feature of British hotel rooms - cybersofa told me years ago that it was to do with certain facilities being mandatory in order for an hotel to attain a certain number of stars - yet until yesterday I had never partaken of the fine trouser-pressing facilities available to me.
The trouser press was a Corby model, of course; it was covered in really nasty fake dark wood veneer, of course; it looked as if it had escaped from the mid-1970s, of course.
It had multilingual instructions: step two was 'Insert trousers', or, in French, Introduire le pantalon.
Nobody has yet remarked on the beautiful crisp lines of my pantalon, though my white linen jacket has received a couple of compliments. When you look as scruffy on a daily basis as I do, it doesn't take much effort to appear smarter.