Here I find myself again. Its 12:30 am and my laundry is FOUR floors down. This may seem like a case of pure laziness, but for those of you in York, I challenge you to look out of your window. It is pouring rain. I’d like to say this is one of those situations that only happen to me. However, I know that I will trudge downstairs and pleasantly find someone with clothes in the washer. As the saying goes, someone always has it worse, and I cant say that i’m not feeling happy about that!
Needless to say I am missing my laundry room at home which is only a short walk down the hallway, which actually shields me from the rain.