|Samsung top loader. Note the adjoining sink, de rigeur in NZ and Aussie for some completely unknown reason|
We have a washing machine. It's a Samsung top loader we've had for about 7 years.
Note to inhabitants of the UK. Front loaders are not as efficient as top loaders, so why the hell have we been buying the front loaders for the last 20 years?
My Beloved had been a little careless with the washing powder, and it had accumulated in the mouldings of the lid, which was causing rust to form.
2 months ago, I completely dismantled the lid and hinges, stripped them all down, sanded them, gave them a priming coat, an undercoat and then 3 topcoats of a spray-paint enamel.
The whole job took about a week,with the creation of a temporary spray booth taking the longest (Sheets of polythene arranged like a tent)
Finally I had it all finished. A perfectly painted lid had been created and then re-fixed to the machine.
I was so proud; I had done a good job. I wanted at least a gold star or a chocolate.
Yesterday, my Beloved left me a message.
She wanted to make sure that I remembered to put the washing machine on before I went off to Nuova Lazio.
She wanted to help me remember what settings to use.
So she wrote them on the lid.
She wrote these words.
She wrote them with this.
Please note the f*cking word PERMANENT
Sometimes I am not sure that our lovely ladies have enough brain cells to remember to keep breathing.
Lastly I've spent the entire day snoozing. After last week I felt absolutely drained, plus I had a cold.
My Beloved was not amused.
She wanted to go out and buy an antique table.
I just wanted to stay at home and vegetate.
Unusually, I had my way.
Mainly because I closed my eyes and slept. It's difficult to make someone do something when they're unconscious.