Saturday mornings equal washing time. Who knew that sitting around in the laundromat for a couple of hours a week could become an enjoyable tradition? What once seemed a tiresome chore, is now something I kind of look forward to. As silly as it sounds, I like lazing around in those squeaky blue chairs, people watching and listening to the humming of the tumble dryers; I like taking 2 hours to read, an activity I rarely get to partake in nowadays, or write, or chat to Angie while we pretend to study. And things are made even more pleasant by the good coffee and apple cinnamon muffins found just a few shops down...I'm a proper local now, they practically have my large soy flat white ready before I walk through the door!