Wearing Out

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The spin dryer on our trusty washing machine has broken. Instead of turning at 1200 rpm, it moans, groans, and twirls at maybe 60 rpm. How long do we expect to hang onto our white goods for? This one has served us well for just over 15 years and to be honest after a year stagnating in the garage whilst its home in the utility room was dug out, we never expected it to work again. It surprised us, however, and seemed keen to spring back into life, even if I did have to run a few seriously hot washes and a descaling cleaner to get rid of the musty smell that had built up inside.

Now, some six weeks later it has slowly ground to a halt. The washing has literally been hung out to dry as a consequence. A big decision  had to be made; did we seek to have it repaired or was it time to buy a new one? You might recall we had this exact same dilemma in 2019. Back then and in an effort to boost our green credentials, we relied on the repair man and it proved to be a wise decision. 

I don't think our environmental conscience is fading but instead and perhaps drawing on our own experience of aches and pains, we are going down the replacement route. I hope its not a harbinger for either of our knees or hips! Advancing through retirement, it's interesting how perspective changes.

 

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Treaders said…
I remember a time when my neighbour took her hairdryer to a local repairman to fix but I doubt you'd find someone like that now! I also remember my mom boasting that she'd "had that fridge for 30 years and it still worked". I laughed and told her she lived in England and that fridge probably hadn't worked for 25 years but it was always so cold in England she just thought it did!
8 May 2025 at 07:41
Caree Risover said…
And I bet before that fridge she had a pantry like my mother, where you could keep ice in the winter!
8 May 2025 at 08:36
Linda's Relaxing Lair said…
It's a pain when things like this happen.
10 May 2025 at 10:03
Caree Risover said…
Just when I thought I was on top of the laundry, at long last
10 May 2025 at 10:08
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