The silence of the washing machine..

Now, our old washing machine has been a bit of a hero it must be 6 years old.

It survived C who would regularly produce underpants to grow tomatoes in.

And D's efforts which have included some fairly unsavoury under clothes.

I think it was tired and it finally gave up it's little ghost on the weekend.

This of course being one more little slot in a two month run of mechanical disaster at our place.

So we have a new washing machine. But goodness haven't things changed?

Washing machines used to sit in the Kitchen making macho noises and spinning your clothes into a tangled mess.

I had one that would actually tour the kitchen, move around the floor as it mightily did battle with dirt. The time I went out and came back to find it had toured all the way away from the waste pipe was a particular nightmare.

But these new machines are a different generation. May be the old ones had to announce to the neighbouring world that you were rich and affluent enough to afford these gadgets. Our first dishwasher sounded like it cleaned dishes by bombarding them with marbles.

These days owning a washing machine is something we take for granted. There sits our new machine spinning in silence.

And the stuff comes out dry and needing little in the way of ironing.

Not that, left to my own devices I would iron anything. That's not some sexist macho thing, just I don't do ironing.

R