but rather, my little washing machine.
Tucked cunningly into a corner of the bathroom, next to the shower enclosure, is the washing machine.
When you open the “door” at the top, this is what you find.
You push the white oval button, and voila, the interior of the machine.
And, finally, the control panel, with every possible laundry decision somewhere in those programs. It takes about 2 hours for the cycle I’ve settled upon.
As with public transport, once you crack the code of laundry equipment, no matter where you are, things seem right in the world!