More cleaning

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I don’t know what has come over me, but I found myself at a laundromat this afternoon washing two doonas that I had swapped over months ago for the warmer winter ones. Yes, I did say months ago. It’s almost the end of winter and these two doonas have been hanging around (one of them quite literally hanging on the line under the pergola) waiting for me to do something about them. I knew that I couldn’t just fold them up and store them away till changeover time again. I had to get them washed but my washing machine is not big enough to handle a heavy, wet, queen-size doona. And I hate spending money when I feel like I should be able to do it myself. (Thanks mum and dad for instilling that little chestnut in my brain)