Six weeks ago my washing machine self destructed - a load of washing.
Two of the plastic ribs in my Hotpoint washing machine stripped off during a wash revealing the sharp metal bits underneath and these tore my washing to shreds. My favourite cotton jersey top from Fat Face had tiny holes all over it and had to be thrown out. But today was the unkindest rip of all.
Over twenty years ago I bought from Damart some beautiful thermal vests, very fine, very warm, the ribbed tops fitted into my waist, they had three quarter sleeves and a very wide scooped neck. I could wear them under the lightest and most fitting of tops, under tops that didn't hug the neck and tops with sleeves that didn't reach the wrist. They were a one year only product and I have never found anything like them since. So I have nurtured them. I started with three, one went some years ago, but two remained - until today when I realised the red one had been in the fatal wash and was full of holes.
Then just as I was moping I went into the garage, where the new washing machine lives and happened to be there when the wash cycle ended - and it played me 30 seconds of Shubert's, Trout Quintet to draw my attention to this - it was so unexpected and its electronics have such a lovely silvery tone that I just burst out laughing. I haven't found whether I can choose my music like a ring tone on a mobile telephone but in the meanwhile I am happy with The Trout Quntet. Oh if you want a musical washing machine, it is a Samsung.
Will Replacing School Uniforms With Tracksuits......





