So I took about 2.5 loads of my own washing and about 3 loads of the Married Ones' to the laundromat this evening.
I'm pretty sure it's owned by vampires.
Night clubs and late-night laundrettes/dry cleaners, right?
There's nothing like a mile-high stack of warm dry fluffy towels to make you feel like you've achieved something.
That and pissing about on your iPhone for 40 minutes.
Perhaps I'll be a washer-woman when I grow up. I think I'd be good at that. Folding towels like a boss.