Glimpse into the future

I had a glimpse into the future tonight.

I'm in my London flat, in what I guess to be three years from now. I grab two shirts, two hangers and a jug of detergent and walk into the bathroom. I place the detergent on the toilet and play around with the tap before I find the perfect combination of hot and cold water. Then I proceed to wash both of my shirts, wring them out and hang them from the shower rod. And then I plug in the hair dryer and give them a few runs of hot air before I put the shirts back on their hangers and let them dry for the night.

Why do I do this? I would imagine that three years from now, I'll be throwing all my money into rent and I probably won't be able to afford to go to the laundromat. I would also imagine, three years from now, that I'd rather spend my money on Starbucks cappuccinos and TopShop clothes than on laundry, too.

I hope I don't wake up tomorrow morning to find both my shirts permanently mildewed and destroyed.