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I’m finding new and interesting ways to burn down the house!
Yesterday evening I put a load of towels in the washing machine with the intention of putting them out this morning. When I got home from work I went to get them out of the machine only to find them still quite damp, so I cursed and put the machine back on to complete its final spin.
The pump kicked in and I could hear water running down the drain, and I went into the kitchen to grab something to eat.
The original plan was to go and pick the kids up from Amanda’s and worry about putting the washing out afterwards, but before I left the house I noticed an odd smell.
Thinking it might be from the heater I turned the fan off on that and sniffed around that area. I could definitely smell something, but it wasn’t that strong…
Then it dawned on me.
The laundry was filled with acrid white smoke emanating from my washing machine. I cut the power to it and opened up the back door to clear the room.
Great! I shudder to think what would have happened if I hadn’t noticed it before I left.
My hip pocket is feeling it too, as I had to go out and get a new machine today although I shouldn’t complain too much. That machine was given to me about a year ago, and it wasn’t meant to last very long anyway. It was on its last legs when my aunt Carol decided to replace it. (She was going to put it on her front lawn with a “free” sign attached. It was just good timing that I needed a washer at the time.)
