Literally, can there be anything more perfect and delicious than getting into a bed with freshly washed sheets dried out in the sun? No, indeed there cannot.
I believe I have found my own little corner of perfection in my shoebox of a bedroom. The whole room smells of fresh air and spring, and I'm here grinning propped up on my pillows.
Cleaning your sheets is one of those things that makes you feel entirely in control of your life. It's akin to shaving your legs, dividing your folders, or cleaning the bathroom. For the price of half an hour's washing machine time, you can attain utter inner peace and satisfaction. Worth a washing tablet or two, surely?
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