Yesterday Anna and I washed 33 kg clothes. We must have looked like two overloaded Santas wobbling down Jægersborggade to the laundromat. But we made it and now live in an apartment dressed in sheets and clothes everywhere. Plus, I have a thing for laundromats. It's like they're not supposed to move with time, it's always like stepping into the 1970s with faded signs, nice fonts and old machines.
Coffee from Coffee Collective was an absolute must to deal with washing times, tumbledryers and coins in the machines.