Oh, my darlings, every summer I simply must escape to Torremolinos, where I stay in the most charming little villa, although, tragically, it has no washer or dryer. So imagine my delight when I discovered a brand‑new, sparkling‑clean laundromat just around the corner! And the convenience, no fumbling with coins like it’s 1992; I can just tap my credit card and voilà. The best part? I can swan off to the pub across the street and enjoy a lovely drink while my laundry spins itself into freshness. Truly, a revelation.