Liver Launderette

Liver Laundrettes were very good for what I needed — to get my duvet washed! I have learned a lesson — don’t diss laundrettes. Don’t get me wrong I do prefer my own washing machine in my own house but when you need a clean duvet and your duvet (as most don’t) doesn’t fit in your washing machine, laundrettes are a good answer and very cheap. While waiting take the book that you have been meaning to read for ages but have just not got around to it and in 50 minutes you will be well into the book and take it home and actually finish it off. Or if you don’t have problems reading your books, there are plenty of lovely cakes near Liver Launderettes so it might just be time for a coffee instead.

You’ll never guess what happened to me. The last flat I was living in was lovely, only the washing machine didn’t work. And then one day the water was shut off in the entire building for no reason. After turning the taps on and off, tinkering about and knocking on neighbours doors, I concluded that there was nothing to be done and went out for a few drinks instead. A few drinks ended up in The Raz, at which point at 2am I had a call from my neighbour who said water was dripping through her ceiling from my flat above.
Cue panic mode. I got home to find that the tap I thought I’d turned off was actually on and by some fluke was aimed at the draining board so the water, which was now very much back on, had bounced onto the floor. My poor cat had been learning to swim while I’d been dancing to Take That. So, very dazed, drunk and confused, I had to get every absorbent item I owned and start to mop up my lovely, huge, open plan flat. And then ponder what to do with all the wet things.
Luckily, the local launderette opened at 8am and happily accepted my washing, which I had to take down in two suitcases in a taxi. As I had to rush off to work, the lovely men listened to my babbled explanation and offered to do a service wash at a reduced rate, seeing as I was giving them so much. Not being accustomed to service washing, I agreed and rushed off in a flap.
Well, those lovely gents did all my soppy and soggy sheets, towels, mats and whatever else, and then offered me a good deal on getting my boots re-​heeled, as they were pretty worn and done in. An absolutely fab place and a total godsend in my hour of need, should I ever have a broken washing machine again I’d be there in a jiffy!