When it was time to leave the cottage, I would bring it back to my bed-sit, wash it in the basin, and iron and fold it so that it would be ready for the next visit.
She puts water in the tea kettle, gets the treat, pets the dog, and decides to throw the dog bed covers into the wash, and realizes the wet load in the washer has to be hung on the line (yes, she even hung her laundry in the sun).