Yesterday was a friend of Liz's wedding- Sean. Sean and I had met once or twice but we really had nothing in common so I never went out of my way to see if there were updates in his life.
Well, a wedding counts as a major update, and so we went to theirs yesterday. The ceremony started 30 minutes late but was very fast- and then it was drinks and food. Alot of drinks. And alot of new people I'd never met (obviously).
Well, one thing leads to another and we're all out on the dance floor feeding the bride and groom drinks- and somehow I got the nickname of 'hazer' from her. Oh well, it was worth it. Sean was bombed by the end of the night- he has got to be hurting today (as well as I do). I stuck to Chard for most of the evening.... which leads us to....
Washing machines. Liz comes up this morning to tell me that she did a load of delicate last week and forgot about it- I immediately envision a rusted pitted tank. She just says it won't spin.
That sounds suspiciously like the LAST time the damn washer stopped working- the switch went. Getting the f-ing washer apart is a pain in the ass and I don't know why I even wanted to do it again, but again I must because the switch shows no electrical conductivity. I'm going to put it back together without a switch so she can do laundry, or I might just leave it apart- don't know yet given how bloody difficult it is to work on.
We'll see if the OEM will give me a new switch for free- 1.5 years on an item is a bit on the short side, ya know?
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