New Washing Machine

It’s a Beko, and it set us back many many wonga, but it arrived, it’s huge (7kg of load!) and grey and very very shiny, and we loved it, though it was very very worrisome watching how full it got while it was doing the “please run me through the wash cycle empty when you get me!” since of course the pipes are just ever so slightly shonky in the kitchen (and the bathroom, and the airing cupboard, and lets be honest here, everywhere, this place is a plumbing mess, they redo next doors pipes all the freaking time, they’re replacing their radiators (AGAIN!) and it’s making me sulky a little) with the slight possibility it would just pump too much water in the exit piper and flood the kitchen again (okay, I was being paranoid, but I’m entitled, right?)

Anyway, it’s all lovely and nice, and clothes washed in it come out mostly dry, which is a hell of an astonishment to me, and it’s so SILENT most of the time, though the spin cycle loaded is a little disconcerting, and the wash cycle on 40 deg A wash is… LONG (about 2 hours, which was a surprise) although there is a 30 minute quickwash programme

Anyway, it’s a new washing machine and it’s making me feel all growed up. Having lived on  a launderette standard when I first left home, there has been a washing machine (cheap but cheerful, about £60 of second hand model from Albany Appliances – good people) in every place since. Buying one from new and all shiny and modern with the energy rating (a+ !)  is just… the first signs of incipient middle age, and I’ve barely turned thirty!

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