Ah. The joys of the mangle!
When we were first married, amongst the hand me downs, we had a Hoover washing machine off my mother. The sort you filled with a hose from the kitchen sink & dried(ish) the clothes through a built in powered mangle.
The washer left a puddle of black oil on the kitchen floor whenever it was used.
Its crowning glory though, was when my wife washed her best dress & not being used to such hi-technology, put it through the mangle. Imagine the gasps of delight, as all the embroidered buttons were torn off & fired across the kitchen.
She still swears my mother did it deliberately. ;D
We inhabit an island made of coal, surrounded by a sea full of fish. How can we go wrong.......