Well, it wasn’t long after I’d finished posting yesterday when Usha left her comment asking me if I was going to be allowed a period of mourning for the beloved washing machine. She’s quite right, of course, an item that has served the household with such honour should be given the send off it deserves. However, Mr Turley in his eagerness to install the replacement which arrives tomorrow has already dragged it, huffing and puffing, out onto the driveway awaiting the Deliverers of the New Washer who are to remove it for the unwholesome sum of £15.
Now I’ve never known Mr Turley to be so generous in the disposal of any item before; he has cut up sofas, paving slabs, cabinets and various household accoutrements in order to avoid paying refuse charges. But not this time, his is unbearably eager for the replacement as he knows his life will not be worth living if it is not installed promptly. However, I have suggested a number of more attractive disposal options, including;
1. Burning it in …
It happens to the best of us, Jane. I used to make excuses about the light not being good enough when I struggled to read the paper.
ReplyDeleteIn the end, it was a choice between getting glasses or growing longer arms...
I've always fancied being Mr Elastic, Martin. Unfortunately, I can't afford the plastic surgery:)
ReplyDeleteIt's depressing getting old - thank goodness for small mercies like alcohol and drugs. (Prescription drugs obviously.)
At least you're one up on me, in that you've actually taken out a package of bread mix.
ReplyDeleteMe, I have an ready-to-make thing of bread, but I can't bring myself to actually bake it.
It's a marginal victory G:) I read the other day that the average woman doesn't learn to bake until age 55 (there's a whole post in that!) which means in about 2015 I will learnt to make gravy without the use of granules:))
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