It’s always the little things that you don’t really think about when moving house. After realising a trip to the laundromat was necessary to not be considered a patient at the hospital tomorrow, I quickly assumed that this little shop would be a social hotbed of flirtation and telephone number exchanging. When I got here, however, there was a distinct lack of people, let alone a dashing Ryan Reynolds-esque character doing the rounds.
Public laundromat, consider me disappointed.
