Up
with the lark, and once the washing up was done I got Furry Face into
the car and we set off. With the car being serviced and MOTed on the
other side of town I had a plan to drive over there, drop the car off
and we could walk home. I would be walking him anyway, so this plan
killed two birds with one stone. And an added bonus was that a new
geocache had gone live not two minutes’ walk from the garage. Nice!
With
that cache found we hurried home. Or as fast as we could hurry an
hour’s walk. Washing machine repair man was due to call today.
Yesterday they told me that he would call between 8am and 6pm; which
was helpful. I’d tried to get the fruits of my loin to be about
whilst I was out sorting the car service, and most recent fruit had
volunteered, despite it causing her some serious inconvenience. So it
really came as no surprise that I then got a text message from
washing machine repair man to say he would call between 4pm and 6pm.
Why couldn’t he have said that yesterday?
Once
I was home "Daddies
Little Angel TM"
set off to big girls skool, leaving Sid with us. And finding I had
most of the day free I was at something of a loose end. I couldn’t
do the laundry because I had no washing machine. I couldn’t do the
work I planned in the garden as it was raining. I painted the insides
of a dozen or so cheap sandwich boxes in preparation for when it
stops raining and when I can lay my next geocache series. I had the
leftovers of last night’s tea for lunch (very tasty!) and
sat down in front of the telly with the dogs.
My
mobile rang – the car was ready for collection. Did I want them to
come and give me a lift? I turned down their offer, and despite the
rain I walked both dogs over to collect the car. Two hundred and
fifty quid, and an advisory for two new tyres soon. Ouch! Still, what
is money for if not to squander foolishly? I popped both dogs in the
back of the car and we were home by 2.30pm. In plenty of time for the
washing machine repair man. Or so I thought – he arrived five
minutes after we got home. So much for 4pm – 6pm (!)
Still,
mustn’t grumble. He had the thing sorted in a few minutes, and sold
me some amazing jollop which de-scales, de-gunges and disinfects the
machine. The washing machine company recommend I use this stuff
monthly. I got the distinct impression that if I didn’t go with
their recommendation then they might not be quite so inclined to send
the man out in future, so I bought two years’ worth to keep them
sweet.
Once
the man had gone I gave bunged some of this cleaner in the machine
and switched it on. The chap said once I’d done the cleaning cycle
I should muck out the trap because this jollop loosens all sorts of
crud which then gets bunged up in the trap. After the wash cycle had
finished the trap seemed incredibly clean, but there wasn’t any
crud to be seen. I wonder if that stuff did any good?
I
then spent the evening trying to shift two weeks’ worth of grubby
laundry...
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