Anyone who does the washing will know of the rogue sock scenario. You can put a load of washing in the machine and know full well that there are three pairs (yes pairs) of socks in there and yet when they all come out after the wash there are either 5 socks or miraculously 7 of the silly things.
We have resorted to days of the week socks to try to tame the beast.
It hasn’t worked.
I put a washing on the other day and went out for a run (thought I would just get in the health and fitness bit there, woohoo fit, fit, fit, see me skipping off into the distance, not…..) and left the machine to do its stuff.
I arrived back to see it flashing all its lights like some sort of manic Christmas display. Hmmmmm bit of a problem I surmised. I did the obvious thing, I opened the door. The floor got wet. Very wet indeed.
Slammed the door shut again and tried switching the thing off then on again. It just did the same thing. Something was amiss.
After I had waded out of the mud room and then mopped up the mess I asked Idgy to let her Dad know there was a problem with the machine. This is the one useful part of the X next door scenario, he can fix things when required, if he happens to be on the right continent at the time of course.
He was on correct continent and took a look at the machine. The floor got very wet again. All the clothes came out and were dumped in the sink. I left at this point and awaited report. Lots of crashing and banging in background and a bit of swearing too.
“Your machine is fixed” came the triumphant shout some time later. We rushed through to admire said machine and congratulate Mr X on his stalwart endeavours. “What was wrong with it?” I asked, knowing I would now be in for a blow by blow account of the intricacies of white goods technology. He pointed to a small collection of objects a bit like a school nature table gone wrong. There was an eyebrow brush, 26p in coins, a bra wire, half a sock, a catnip mouse and 4 hair bobbles. This lot had apparently got into the filter system and the poor machine had been trundling on like this for ages and eventually one thing too much it had choked. It looked like our little household were all responsible, even the cat!
We are still sticking with the days of the week sock situation, but maybe pockets should be frisked as well! But you do have to admire a cat who keeps her toys clean.