Why is it always when you really need the washing machine to work that the damned thing conks out on you?
I'm taking a couple of weeks off work, and we are going on a road trip (Squee!) so I really need to do a load of dark colours. All the machine does is start the cycle by moving, making some encouraging watery sounds and then it stops dead in it's tracks with the start button flashing on and off.
Hates it we does! Hates it!
Fine. I'll watch one episode "Ace of Cakes", which I'm hoping will also help with my hankering for sucrose, and then go to bed. We can go to the Launderette on Saturday. I'd go tomorrow but we have our medal ceremony and reception for the graduating honors students and I have to be there in my girly shoes.
I'm just glad that I happened to wash my party clothes yesterday with the pale colours, or there would be some seriously bad language directed at that stupid Whirlpool right now.