I have to admit I quite like laundrettes. In theory, anyway. I wouldn't like having to cart my washing there every week, especially not in the volumes that we do. Although I suppose if we didn't have a washing machine at home there is no way that we'd be using cloth nappies.
Laundromats are great when you've been camping for a week or two and have been rained out and everything is wet and dirty and you can use two washing machnes at once. I also quite like the ambience. In a way. The last time I lived somewhere without a washing machine was in a flat in Carlton sometime in the eighties. I hated carting my washing up and down the stairs and across the road in my nana shopping jeep. Once I got there though, I think I liked the laundrette well enough. I can't remember if I used to stay there while my clothes were washing or if I felt secure leaving my clothes there unattended. If I stayed, no doubt I would have read novels. Which sounds very relaxing to me now, just watching the washing and reading. Although now I remember, the washing did tend to build up.