In my previous abodes my mum used to let herself in when I was at work and steal my washing! The next time I went to visit them I collected it all, washed, ironed and on hangers or folded, or she would bring it back and leave it for me! And it was a joint effort, my dad was in the army and can iron like no one else I know. He's registered blind so does go by touch, if you can't cut your finger on a crease then it's just not ironed properly!!
They still do it for my sister (who is older than me!) but my mum is petrified of dogs so wont let herself in to our house because of Bru now. I loved when the washing fairy visited!!