Yesterday Trace, Marg and I were sitting down having a cuppa and a chat when we all smelled something odd. Trace thought it was wet washing, Marg went with honey blossoms and I thought it might be the paddock at the back (when the water recedes, it has a rather peculiar scent).
None of us were right. It turned out to be the washing machine going into meltdown. The front of the soap loader tray had almost dripped to the floor it was so hot. I turned it off at the wall and let the whole thing cool down.
Today I rang the NRMA only to find that for some reason we had never ticked the 'fused motor' option (so no cover). I then turned the thing back on, because the door won't open without power and spin dried the towels that were still in there. Once that was done, I could open the door and turned it off again.
Tomorrow I'll see if I can have it fixed - at my own expense. There goes Mr Rudd's tax refund! :(
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