Usually, when things go wrong in hopeless house we turn to ‘other people’ for help. If we’re lucky this might mean that my dad is in the vicinity and able to lug a well-stocked tool box in to solve the problem. This isn’t the norm as, sadly, my parents live 140 miles away… no, I can’t think why that is either.
So what it normally means is that we have to pay for help, and our track record on this hasn’t been good, but that’s possibly a topic for a different post…
Yesterday our washing machine stopped working. Very politely and without mess or flood, it simply refused to complete a wash, even when I did the magic ‘on/off, let’s try again and pretend nothing has happened’ trick.
Generally when OH and I attempt any ‘joint project’ (usually Ikea furniture…aren’t we cosmopolitan?) it doesn’t go well *euphemism alert* so we let it rest yesterday, poor overworked machine.
Then today we wrestled it out, went through the manual, which by some miracle we’d kept, and following the instructions… we fixed it.