Which dreaded household chore do you actually put off the longest? Rank them honestly!

That armchair was bought for reading novels, yet it's been a fabric Everest since 2019. Steamers and 'it'll drop out in the wardrobe' are the national coping mechanisms.

You've convinced yourself the blackened base is 'seasoning'. Mr Muscle and a full Sunday afternoon are the only way out, and frankly, you'd rather move house.

There's a lasagne in there from the Cameron era and an iceberg threatening the fish fingers. Yet somehow it never makes the weekend to-do list.

Flat floors? Fine. But lugging the hoover up 13 carpeted steps while it fights you the whole way is a uniquely British form of cardio torture.

Home to 47 tote bags, a broken umbrella, and Christmas decorations you swore you'd sort in January. Opening it risks a minor avalanche.