The other week I was at work and I got a distressing phone call from Holly.

I pick up the phone and Holly says “I think we need a new washing machine, the glass part has just fallen off!”. I get home and observe the damage. Sure enough, the glass bowl part thing had indeed fallen off. So, effectively, in one hand we have a broken washing machine and in the other we have a new salad bowl (you've got to look on the brighter side of things haven't you).

After talking with our Landlady, she orders a new machine and arranges for Currys to come along, take the old one and install the new one.

So Sunday, I spend the day watching a film (The Devils Backbone - highly recommended) and waiting for this new washing machine.

They turn up, take the older machine (but leave the salad bowl) and drop the new one off. They then say “We can't install the new one because the lead wont reach”. They go off (rather promptly I might add) and I inspect the lead, which actually does reach. So from now on, when ever someone says “We can't install the new one because blah blah blah”, I will translate it in my head as “We can't install the new one because we can't be bothered and we want to finish early today”.

I call our landlady and let her know. I also speak to Holly who, for lack of a better word, freaks out at me. She then informs me that she was looking forward to doing the washing that evening. That's right, she was looking forward to doing the washing! I swear to god, I am not making this up!

Yesterday, her dads mate came over and installed it all for us, free of charge (luckily!) and she spent the better part of the evening washing up the backlog of clothes.

I'm guessing that since we've got this new washing machine and Holly enjoys doing all that so much, this is the perfect time for me to purchase Grand Theft Auto IV and get lost in the virtual world of crime.