My beautiful laundrette

My washing machine has given up the ghost, I suspect (after pulling it out and checking all the connections and doing a bit of googling) permanently. Still, there's a laundrette at the bottom of my street where I spent a very pleasant half hour with a book waiting for my washing, so it's not the end of the world. And I'm now getting quite into the idea of not buying a new machine and instead dropping off my laundry for a service wash once a week, picking it up clean and dry and folded, and not having damp clothes hanging all over my wee flat all winter...