On her birthday (yesterday 30th May) we went to an independent store in sunny Stafford to replace two aged machines.
The story is...
The washing machine finally gave up the ghost after about 20 years' service, which became obvious when the ball-bearing crunched and departed the machine during a particularly noisy cycle.
I wonder if my mum was a secret ITIL expert, as in the spirit of Availability Management she had an entire spare machine. Alas, this was also beyond its best, and hadn't been used for many a year, and we didn't even have the instructions.
Therefore we dispatched to Stafford with all intent on replacing the distressed items of domestic engineering.
I celebrated by wearing my linen suit, which actually seemed to fit
(well it did from the inside, anyway)
(well it did from the inside, anyway)
I later returned for the separate tumble dryer and that, too, was installed.
Today we ventured to B&Q (how I love that place for various reasons...) and we bought a lawn-raker, some trellis, slug-pellets, and a glorious purchase....
I did transport the distressed washing machines to the scrap-metal man
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