(Yes, my American friends, that is the right way round)
Just when I thought it was safe to start feeling positive…
The decorating is finished, at least until the kitchen is tackled next year. On Wednesday, barring Acts of God, the new carpet should be fitted in the living room. Everything has been paid for, and anything unexpected is covered by savings. I am hopefully approaching the end of my awful cold, and although Ollie’s fur continues to refuse to grow back, at least he has no sores or itches.
Could all finally be well, in the world of Beetley?
You guessed it. Not a chance.
After a load of washing finished at lunchtime, I went to the machine to get it out. My usual routine is to sort out what can go into the tumble drier, and after that is loaded, I hang up what cannot be tumbled on a clothes airer. As it is winter, nothing can be hung outside, for fear of rain and cold.
But everything in the washing machine was still soaking wet. Wet enough to drip copiously over the floor as I tried to take it out.
Undaunted, I closed the door, selected ‘Rinse and Spin’, then pressed the button. Other than a constantly flashing red light, nothing happened.
Wash it again, I thought. I set the dial to a 40-degree wash, pressed ‘Start’, and waited. Nothing.
Try ‘Spin’, my mind informed me.
I set ‘Spin’, and pressed ‘Start’. Nothing.
Hmm… It is over eight years old, bought in summer 2011. It has earned its keep, and decided to ‘die’ gracefully.
I can go to the shops today, and buy a new one. Though I would sooner not have to spend up to £400 this close to Christmas.
But will it be delivered and installed this week? If not, we have a problem.
And Houston cannot supply the answer.