There is something sublime and fulfilling about doing laundry by hand. Whether it’s the fact your hands are busy or something about letting off steam – by ringing the shit out of things; but I absolutely love it.
To me, it harks back to the days of my grandmother who was raised using the old washboard thing. I imagine her running clothes through one of those rollers and cranking the handle.
Whatever the reason, there is nothing nicer than being upto my wrists in water and clothes.