My washing machine has broken down again. For the fourth time.
I don't have a good history with washing machines. This is my fifth machine in five years.
Admittedly, the first and second were secondhand machines, not too far removed from the original washing machines and it didn't take much on my part to send them to Silicon Heaven. The third machine was cheap and we left it at the house when we moved, mainly because I had knackered it.
The fourth machine was here when we moved and it too was old and couldn't cope with the demands I placed on it. So we bought a new one - my current machine.
We have had two call outs to fix a design flaw with the filter system, and another call out to work out why it would take 16 hours to complete a simple cycle.
This time it wasn't content to just stop working mid cycle, trapping my clothes in its drum of death. No, this time, it decided to go for the full monty and has emptied its waste water into my kitchen.
My kitchen is a flood plain. The cat's litter tray is awash with soapy water and the floor is covered in sodden cat litter. Thankfully the tray had been freshly filled not long before, otherwise the small sea in my kitchen would have a flotilla of cat shit sailing for the distant shores of the hallway.
Ellie is hiding on top of the kitchen cupboards, her huge eyes glaring down at me standing in ankle deep in water. She is not amused. First we had the cheek to hoover the house today, and now we have replaced the floor with a swimming pool.
I like to think that the washing machine was trying to bring a hint of the outdoors into our house.
It is of course pissing down outside, and the pond is threatening to overflow and give our goldfish a shot at eternal life. The soil is floating in the tomato beds, but they do seem quite happy.
I daren't turn on the dishwasher.
1 comment:
Oh no! Keep thy self away from all household equipment today! I hope it gets fixed quickly. Nothing quit like floating cat poop and dirty clothes to put you in a good mood.
Posted by: Katie | Wednesday, 24 August 2005 at 20:32
The filter, eh? Think there is too much cat hair going into the machine? ;)
Posted by: Pez | Wednesday, 24 August 2005 at 23:19
Ding ding ding!
Pez, have you considered a career in washing machine repair? ;)
The first two calls were a genuine design flaw, but this time the problems were solely due to a hunk of sodden cat hair and £2.22 in loose change.
Thankfully the repairman was a cat lover (having four himself) and unofficially showed me how to remove and clear the filter myself to avoid further call outs due to cat hiar.
Posted by: DMouse | Thursday, 25 August 2005 at 09:08
And here is a little song for you...
Water, water everywhere, there's water to be found.
Water, water everywhere, there's water on the ground.
Animals need water, people need it too,
Keep it clean for me, and I'll keep it clean for you....
(Brought to you by PBS and the loop in my head)
Posted by: Snapper | Thursday, 25 August 2005 at 10:51
Glad you got it taken care of, and now know how to prevent further incidents!
Posted by: Kimmer | Thursday, 25 August 2005 at 13:10
Yeah for you that it wasn't a pricy repair (at least parts weren't but the service call is another story).
Posted by: Pez | Thursday, 25 August 2005 at 21:51
Wow, sounds like the kind of day that requires alcohol..in large quantities.
Posted by: Miss Arrogant | Thursday, 25 August 2005 at 22:07
Oh Merciful God Help Me, I love the way you write troubles...LMAO! I want to feel for you, but you make it so damn hard sometimes girl! Hopefully, your washer troubles are over and the goldfish swim another day.
Posted by: Nymphe | Monday, 29 August 2005 at 04:06
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