the towel wash, at last

On Tuesday someone finally came round to fix our washing machine. It's been out of action for over a month, and for the past four weeks that has been due to the failure of the engineers to turn up and fix it as promised. We survived with many many thanks to kind friends who did batches of laundry for us throughout those six weeks or so. The engineer (the one who actually came) said I must have a very sad life if the sound of the water draining out of my washing machine cheered me up. This is no doubt true, but I still don't think he fully realised how long we'd gone without it.

Having got over that hurdle, our current domestic trauma revolves around the fact that they're resurfacing the road outside the flat, through the night. Since it's such a busy junction they can't do it during the day, or indeed in the evenings, so they've opted for that convenient 11pm-7am option instead. See that double glazing that the previous owners put in in the bedrooms? I can't imagine how we'd cope without it. But at least we can wash our own clothes now.