Washing Machine

On Friday, my washing machine finally died. Despite being out in the utility room, and having two closed doors between it and us, we could still hear it banging around while on full spin. On initial viewing, it looks like something has broken in the connections on the main drum, so yes, it’s pretty knackered.

I don’t mind too much – I’ve had it for ten years, and it’s moved five (if not six) times, so we’ve had a good-ish run out of it.

But it means we’ve ordered a new one, which’ll be delivered on Tuesday. It’s a new Hotpoint one, with a (supposedly) super-quiet drive, which should help with lessening Hound’s idiocy when the spin-cycle kicks in as well.