I love front loader washing machines. I know others that don’t – DH even prefers twin tubs.
Yes you can still buy the twin tub washing machine. On a recent trip to the local electrical store with Miss22 we spotted one – she had to ask what it was. When I explained that you wash in one side then manually take the clothes out, put them in the spin side, spin, rinse, spin, repeat she was a little gobsmacked at the idea of it! Really? People still do that?
It is quite manual work but less things break, though I do remember overflowing my first twin tub a few times as I chased the sock pairs around the house.
After years of top loader machines, I find front loaders are easier on the clothes, create less pill and use less water. Sure, you need to change your washing habits as once that door is locked you cannot open to throw that last minute find into the mix.
Or as I recently experienced once that door is locked it may not open again.
It is a terrible sinking feeling when the machine beeps its completion, you nonchalantly bend to open the door…and it doesn’t budge.
I check the lock light has gone off and try again
I turn it off at the wall, count to 60 and try again
I turn it back on, jiggle the controls and try again
I run a short rinse and spin cycle thinking it just got itself confused – I know how that feels – and try again
I rock the whole machine and try again
I pull on the handle and realise how plasticky and fragile it is and try again
I walk away, have a coffee and try again
I start to list all the pieces of clothing now a prisoner in the machine and try again
Nothing, nadda, zip. No offer of bail, no small sign the damp prisoners will be released anytime soon, they are locked up tight and starting to sweat.
A phone call to the local washing machine repairer puts me at ease
“Oh it happens a lot, Paul knows how to unlock it, I will get him to call round. Wait for him, don’t be like the guy last week that had his children’s school clothes in there and took to it with a crowbar. Just wait for Paul”
I was beginning to know how that poor guy felt! At least I have other clothing that I can use.
Washing machine repairer Paul bailed out the clothes with a bit of packing tape – yes highly technical stuff. A replaced part, a week of waiting and we are back on track.
I froze as I glanced at the bill stuck to the fridge this morning. Things happen in threes – especially with household white goods.
Number 2 struck last night.
I had enjoyed a slow relaxing summer day in the cool of the air-conditioned lounge. It was a Netflix day as the summer January sun makes anything outdoor unbearable.
At about 7 last night, when it was still high 30 degrees outside I could smell something burning – crispy, electrical, smouldering burning. I smelt the stove, nothing. Turned off all the power points, nothing. Checked the roof outside to see if there was any smoke coming out, nothing.
Then there was a loud bang and a flash of red and orange from the air conditioner.
If you think having your clothes held captive in the washing machine is heart stopping imagine what the thought of no air conditioner at the peak of our inland summer feels like.
It is dead…and so is the mouse that thought camping on one of the internal power boards was a good idea.
Thank heavens air conditioner guy Dave came to the rescue first thing this morning. I only hope the factory that sells the parts has returned from their Christmas break, though it might be a long, hot week ahead.
I now look at the weather forecast with different eyes, scanning for how hot it really will be rather than an inquisitive view to see if we will break more records this week.
A funny weather app that I discovered isn’t so funny when you need a wet towel around your neck while sitting directly under the fan.
I usually shop in the morning – I am now planning for the hottest part of the day and I will take my time.
I am starting to plan car trips – at least the car is cool.
I am scanning movie times – a second rate flick in an air conditioned cinema is worth the few hours of comfort, mid-afternoon.
I am listing friends and family to visit, in the afternoons.
I am hoping air conditioner guy brings the parts by the end of the week.
I am dreading number 3.
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