We got back from holiday with suitcase full of dirty washing to find the washing machine had given up the ghost. Now I believe I had located the problem, the water channel from the soap tray to the machine was blocked, but try as I might I could not locate the blockage and despite probing with the traditional wire coat hanger, it remainded obstinately blocked, even refusing to budge for a bottle of drain unblocker. All I got for my efforts was a dirty soaked floor to mop up.
Annette told me we had been given Emma’s which was still at her house but, the idiot had left her keys with my brother while we were on holiday so we couldn’t move that until we got the keys back. Adam fetched the keys and I started dismantling all the many pipes and electrics from the old machine. I found the drainage pipe was jammed with a wierd greasy gunge that smelt like rotting flesh and proceeded to drip everywhere despite resisting all efforts to prize it out with an old knife.
I eventually got everything out and cleaned up the mess only to be told we couldn’t collect it until Sunday afternnon after lunch. Well it is yet another sign of old age when it was largely Adam’s musle power that got the new machine into the back of the car and then into the kitchen again. Of course removing it from Emma’s house had resulted in removing a cupboard door and a draw, not to mention removing the plug to disconect it from the electrical socket.
I believe it is working alright as the DIY demon wacked me in the eye with the drainage pipe that mysteriously sprang free as I was plumbing it in. Of course I have not lost any blood so it may yet go wrong.