You can’t live in the UK without a tumble dryer – unless, of course, moist clothes are your thing, and mould is your favourite fragrance. Since neither happen to tickle my fancy, I had to do a little happy dance when Better Half decided we should get said appliance, to stop making me walk ten minutes each way with bags of clothes to the nearest launderette, and sit for half an hour for them to dry (on very uncomfortable wooden benches). 440 more words