The washing machine died. 364 days after we purchased it, the washer refused to work. Nay, it refused to even turn on! To be precise, it’s actually only been in our house for eleven months and hooked up and operating for about ten and a half.
Our previous machine lasted twenty years.
First available appointment for repair? Friday - this Friday, but Friday natheless.
I am not happy.
Chuck is not happy.
That is not a good combination.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
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O, o dear. This is not a good thing at all.
On the bright side, it'll probably just be a borked little fuse or something, easily and cheaply replaced *crosses fingers*
Hi DMM -
No, it's not a good thing at all!
We're hoping it will easily and swiftly repaired.
It's a shame because, as you well know, it took me ages to adjust to the darn thing in the first place!
Now I miss it.
Sigh...
Oh no, oh no, OH NO!! My washing machine keeps making funny noises (Jake says it sounds like it's squashing children), but it may NOT die on me!!
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