If there's one thing Amy hates about this place, it's the complete lack of machines to do her work for her. At home, she could stuff a load of laundry into the machine. On the TARDIS, she didn't even have to worry about that, because it all just got done and replaced. Here, though, she's got a little basket and she's heading towards the pitiful bit of river, eyeing the woman's water jealously.

"Don't suppose you feel like sharing?" Amy calls over, lifting up the basket. It's her turn and if she's really lucky, she'd had found someone who'll do it for her, but she'll take what she can get, right now.