I thought let's stay with this laundry theme for another day. Doing laundry does not bring a smile to my face. Every week I dread the day that it is (again) time to do laundry. It's not even doing the laundry itself that I don't like. But the fact that I have to leave my apartment, with two heavy bags, up and down the four stairs in my building, walking one block to the launderette, bleegh!
Back in Holland, where I come from, I was used to having my washer and dryer in my own house. Going someplace else is something I cannot really get used to.
But I must say, when I am finally at the launderette and everything is in the machines I chat a little bit with Rosa, who works there, I go get some coffee across the street and while the washers and dryers do their work I read a book or a magazine. After all it isn't so bad, but I tend to forget that until the next week when it is again time to do laundry....