It’s not only me that’s starting to breakdown, since Wednesday my watch has gone pear shaped, my camera has started taking photographs upside down, the tumble drier has developed a noise and the washing machine has died The watch fixed itself right enough and I can only guess that a full day of nailing down floorboards in the hen shed got it a little excited. That’s the problem with automatic watches they don’t like you using a jackhammer or being sick in bed
The plan for today of finishing the hen shed, or at least making it fit for hens started off well enough. Normally the loss of the washing machine over the weekend is akin to a death in the family. The Dude’s at home with a whole mountain of whites that need cleaning prior to him returning to the hostel on Monday and it’s not like we can just nip down to the launderette or next door. However my mate at Torran has a machine so prior to breakfast this morning the ‘wee dug’ and I headed over.
Sadly, it was a little more complex than I anticipated but somehow I managed to get all the lights doing the right things and get it started. I thought car manufacturers were bad for the hieroglyphics that accompany their warning lights, seems washing machines are just as vague!! It must be be me, what the feck do all these flashing lights mean? Seriously there should be an ‘Oxford English Dictionary of warning light symbols. Our Bosch has one knob and six red lights that clearly tell you what it is or isn’t doing, this Indesit was like a spaceship!
Anyway, I left it on a two hour ‘white wash’ and headed up to the new house site to ‘get stuck in’. I still had to finish off the doors, make some ‘pop holes’ and sort out where the feeders and drinkers were going.
For two hours all seemed ‘peachy’ with great progress in the shed, ‘tea time’ coincided with the end of wash number one so I went over to Torran to collect that and put on number two wash.
I knew something wasn’t quite right when the stuff came out of the machine wet and hot To cut a long story short two hours later after stripping down the door lock mechanism and repairing it I had the second wash in the machine.
The pin that holds the handle in had come out at one end and wasn’t engaging properly, consequently the door wasn’t latching properly which prevents the machine starting. It must have come loose whilst spinning at 1400RPM!! and stopped the machine.
All this shenanigans sort of distracted me and I ended up spending a couple of hours cutting the lawn with the help of my son. The weather had turned unbearably hot, the lawn dried out and it seemed the perfect opportunity. It was the ‘first cut’ of the year and in some places the grass was almost a foot tall.
Hotpoint TDL 11 tumble drier
It was whilst mowing, strimming and raking the lawn that the grumbling started, no not the boy but the Hotpoint tumble drier I couldn’t believe it, first the ‘brain’ on our Bosch Cassixx 1200, then the door on my mates Indesit and now it sounded like the Hotpoint was full of rocks!!
After taking off the lid the first thing I did was marvel that it hadn’t already set on fire!!! just look at all that fluff covering the electronics! A judicious hoovering sorted that and the problem appeared to be a worn out seal on the drum.
There it is poking out between the drum and door https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHERLc_mnOk , don’t you just love YouTube Hopefully the new seal I’ve ordered for less than a tenner will fix it, and at least it’s not winter
Ruins in the woods
I’m afraid I’m flagging, it’s well after 23:00 and I’ve hardly begun to get to grips with the day but I need my sleep so I’ll just leave you with these.
Eight thirty PM and we’re all out looking for Jamie Lea.
Here are just a few of the little ruins/shelters that I found on the way.
Some of them would be for hens
but not all, they could be decades old or centuries
it’s hard to say
all I know is
there’s loads of them.
This has to be the ultimate bonsai tree, a rowan growing out of a boulder, just look at the size of it!!!
Where else could you get a rainbow at 21:00 in May? I bet it’s dark in London