I often think, when putting on the washing machine, how lucky we are. My mum and dad, right up until they died/went into a home had to plan once a week and save all their washing up, drag an old fashioned machine out, fill it, wash various loads, rinse in the sink presumably, put it through a wringer, hang it all out, empty the water out, washing the backyard as well with the hot soapy water, etc etc. I offered to do their washing but no, you have enough to do! My poor mum wouldn't believe the cushy time we have. I feel ever so guilty about my easy life compared to theirs. Does anyone else reflect like this?