July 31st, 2007

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Washing Machine

Back at the end of April, my tumble drier died and had to be replaced. I tried to work out how old it was and I couldn't -- more than fifteen years, certainly.

Now my washing machine is dead. It was purchased on October 5th 2001. It had a new drum assembly, motor drip shield and belt on April 15th 2004, under warranty. The warranty expired on October 4th 2006. I've had the lid off, and it's not anything obvious -- none of the pipes are blocked, the drum goes round and the water comes in and goes out ... but it panics and goes into running-slowly mode when it tries to spin and the clothes, as well as still being wet, don't get clean. It doesn't complain about an unbalanced load, it just fails to clean and fails to spin.

Looks like I'm going shopping, then. *sigh*
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Washing machine, redux

The new washing machine is now all plumbed in.

I have two wet knees, a long gouge out of my right forearm, a couple of scratches on my left wrist and a bit of a scrape on my right ring finger.

The old machine is stood in the middle of the kitchen -- shortly I will haul it to the car and thence to the recycling people. Perhaps I should do that to the dead tumbler from last April too, at least that one is a bit lighter.
Drama

At least three standard deviations from the mean today.

Some of you know that I'm quite clumsy in the kitchen, resulting a string of very minor injuries -- little cuts and burns and things. The catalogue of injuries I sustained during the installation of the new washing machine was more than my average for such projects, but well within my normal distribution. Not an especially bad day.

But then I proceed to cook dinner. Apparently hot olive oil is highly flammable! Who knew?

Still, I didn't injure myself further this time --I just have a saucepan I need to write off. And I can't eat those mushrooms. And there's a bit of a hole in the middle of the kitchen carpet. Ah well.