Archives for posts with tag: laundry

Washed sheets. Dried them in the sun. Back on the bed and day, smelling amazing. That’s the dream right there.

Walking back from signing the contract, along our quiet sunny road. Everything feels lovely when the sun is out.

Warm dark evenings. It feels like being on holiday. It makes everything feel different.

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Silly book title lols.

Smelling my clean scarf. I heart clean clothes smell.

Got my glasses. Love my glasses.


Being out in the garden. Putting my sunflowers outside and planting up some runner beans. Hanging my washing on the line. 

The drumming at the park.

That smell of summer. Having the windows wide open. Feeling the warmth of the sun. Lying in the park reading my book. It was a good day. It was a calm and peaceful day. 

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The smell of clean washing pumping out of the barbican buildings
Hanging out with him again. I miss him.
African music at the bowing alley.

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A couple of hours of sewing
When Born in the USA came on 6 Music.
The lavender smell of our washing drying.

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Getting paid to do my flatmates laundry. He has a crazy amount of t-shirts. 73 to be exact.
Seeing things in myself that remind me of my parents and make me feel closer to them, even though they’re on the other side of the world.
Sashaying up the hill singing along to Beyoncè.