After a disastrous Sunday afternoon when the Chuckle Brothers (aka my parents) decided to pop round and help me mend my broken washing machine, I have had to succomb to purchasing a new machine. Not that the old machine was old. It lasted precisely 2 years and 4months, I've got grey hairs older than that!
Oh... we had indoor fireworks on Sunday afternoon as my dad stuck a screwdriver into the electrics on the machine to complete the circuit. It was like a scene from Aladdin.... an ear deafening bang, a puff of smoke and blue sparks, my bleary eyed Dad peering through the smoke as the electrics fused saying "it's had it". Mmmm thanks Dad!
So off I trundled on Thursday to ye olde trusty independant electrical gadetry shoppe. Unfortunately they no longer sell dolly tubs and mangles so I had to settle for the gleaming white new model with 1400 twirly drum, easy access defluffer filter, the latest in pumping action and with a 2 year guarantee. Not only is it rapid drain but has also managed to empty the contents of my bank account. It will arrive on Tuesday and ye olde gadget engineers will plumb it in and take the old one away. Proper good old fashioned service, none of this dump new one of drive with a shed full of polysterene malarky.
Roll on Tuesday... I am rapidly running out of clean laundry.
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