Airing dirty laundry

What do I hate?
Doing the laundry.

What do I hate more?
Loading up the machine, putting the powder in, pressing the necessary buttons, and the machine not filling up with water.

What do I hate immensely?
Failing to get the machine working for half an hour, conceeding defeat, loading powdery clothes into a bag, going to the coin-laundry, and sitting around for what feels like eternity.

Me being me, I took my camera with me. My camera goes everywhere. I got so bored, even with music in my ears, and mobile facebook, that I started taking photos... At the coin-laundry. New boredom low? Or creativity/optimism high?

Oddly, tthis was my favourite photo of the day. Not the pretty sunset photos I got while out on a walk with The Boyfriend. Not Master Four Year Old. But a photo of some washing machines. They looked grimey, and old. So I played on that. Aged the image slightly, threw on some vintage colouring, sharpened a little, and threw on a vignette... Voila. Washing machines can look artistic.

I still hate laundry day, though.

"You can do the laundry."
~ The Laundry Song - The Format