I am woman, hear me roar!

Whee! My new washing machine finally arrived this morning :-))) Two of the most uncooperative delivery men on the planet pitched up at about 10.30. Big black mark against me: I live upstairs. Well, it's your job, boys, cope. So, they took away the old machine, right enough, but left me with the new one sitting in the middle of my very small kitchen. Of course, I'm on my own in the house - all able bodied men unavailable, out being able bodied for pay :-(

I was looking at the instructions and thinking to myself - how hard can it be to get this thing plumbed in and working? Well, the answer turns out to be -- not hard at all! 'Course it took me a while, but the instructions are written for idiots (which I'm not, altogether, when it comes to practical stuff and messing around with spanners and screwdrivers), and now, my new machine is purring away, doing its first of many loads in its new home, and is watertight at both inlet and outlet :-))

'Course, it's still not in its right place - shifting it myself comes under the 'why keep dogs and bark yourself' category of expended effort - although it's not quite in the middle of the kitchen any more thanks to judicious use of lube** and a little bit of effort *g*.


**Furniture polish, smutminds. What, you think I was going to waste the good stuff? LOL