Brace yourselves, incoming rant...

I have spent almost an entire evening measuring the dimensions of my washing machine, checking the measurements over and over again and arguing with my dad about my ability to accurately measure a cubical object.

My washing machine is broken beyond repair so I measured it before ordering a new one. Just as well I did, because the space it goes in is the most goddamm non standard space ever! Who knows where the current machine was purchased (it was left by the previous owners) but I'm damned if I can find one the same size.

I hope if I keep methodically scouring the web I will probably find something that fits. The larger issue that's making me see red is that every time something goes pear shaped in my house it's always an epic nightmare to sort out, whether it be burst pipes that took days to locate, inexplicable issues with the Sky tv which are so intermittent it's pointless getting anyone to come look at it, or this stupid washing machine malarkey. It's not as if I live in some quirky 'character' property with some awkward fixtures, it's a boxy as hell Barratt flat built in 2000!

I will be skipping out the door on the day we eventually move out.

Must remember to buy a lottery ticket.

Fin.