laundry here is a challenge. there’s no washer at the villa yet, so i’ve been hauling everything to a public wash. madam ordered one of those fancy new combo washer/dryer units, but the install keeps getting delayed.

so today? laundry mission.

trip one this morning: madam’s things only. delicate care, folded just right, all handled with love and attention. worth every minute.

trip two (later today): secretary’s load. manageable. neat. exactly what i expected.

but trip three… yeah. that one’s going to be rough.

turns out i’m doing mister’s laundry too. no official word, just kind of… happened. his pile is huge and smells awful. like whatever’s in there might bite back. i’m planning to take it to a further public wash that’s open all night—honestly just to spare madam and secretary from the scent explosion.

so yeah. one and two? fine.
trip three? send prayers. and gloves. maybe a hazmat suit.

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