The washing-machine-repair-man just left.
Last week, the machine was making a rather nasty noise when spinning… and the next day after a load finished, there was a ‘smell’ in the laundry. When I opened the machine, I found a pair of knickers firmly melted to a t-shirt. And a big burn mark in the neck of the shirt. Lucky the washing was wet, or we may have had a serious fire on our hands!!
Needless to say, I phoned the repair people (after joyfully discovering that this machine, which I have had for over three years has a five year warranty!!) on Friday. He arrived this morning, spent sometime in my little laundry. And now he has gone away to order a part, and hopefully should be back in 3 days or so.
Oh, and he said it was just as well I stopped using the machine and rang him, otherwise it could have totally self-destructed. Something about a bearing.
He obviously saw the look on my face when he gave me the good news, because he said that if it was going to take any longer he would bring me a machine to use in the meantime.
He’s gone, I have a huge pile of washing in the laundry – including a load of wet towels he used to test the machine… sigh… and I am feeling bereft.
I really rely on my machines. The washing machine. The dryer. The dishwasher. They keep my house running smoothly. Often I will hop into bed at night, and hear all three of them sloshing, gurgling and turning away… and all is right in my world. Because I know that in the morning, there will be clean dishes, dried uniforms and another load of clean wash to hang on the line.
And when one of them fails me, it is really very difficult for me to NOT take it personally! It’s like my best friend suddenly decided to become a teetotaller. Total devastation.
What is it with that? Am I alone??