Yesterday was one of those days where everything went wrong. Pickle decided to spew a large amount of vomit on the bed as I was just about ready to head for the supermarket, so I shoved the massive comforter* into the monster washing machine — mind you, we bought this large monster for incidents like this — and left the machine to take care of the cleaning on a 1:50hr cycle.
However, having returned home and done with other chores, the machine went on spinning repeatedly, flashing 7min every half hour later. Unless I was going about at superhuman speed, which I don’t unfortunately, the machine was clearly telling me it needed help. I cancelled its programme, and faced the horror of melting plastic when I lifted the lid.
Thoroughly disappointed that things aren’t perfect, and I am almost afraid to try if the washing machine still works…
* Comforter = doova = duvet or quilt