Meanwhile, the washing machine died on Friday with the week's towels still sitting in water in the drum. I hoiked them out into a bucket and we called Jeff - a different Jeff. This Jeff has serviced our washing machines for years and he promised to come on Monday if he couldn't find the time on Saturday. By the time I got back with the dog on Saturday morning, Jeff and his son (could he be yet another Jeff?) had the machine in pieces and I was shown the circuit board that had mysteriously caught fire. Fortunately, Jeff was able to find a suitable replacement. He also replaced the drive belt while he was at it.
When the Old Bat told me what she had paid, I remarked that we wouldn't have had to pay much more for a completely new machine. The cost did seem a tad steep to me, but I had to confess it was not a whole pile more than I had paid to have the boiler outflow repaired.
Heigh ho, the joys of home ownership.
Swanning through Youtube yesterday afternoon I almost fell into the arms of the beautiful, Croatian guitarist, Ana Vidovic.