An alien has landed

Almost three weeks of not having a washer is wearing a bit thin.

This morning a new one was delivered to the back garden. The reason it's in the garden is part of a long story, only worth repeating if we want to play a game of "tsk...don't other folk make dumb decisions". Instead, let's focus on "isn't Frank, the maintenance guy a star".

He spent all day unpacking and attempting to install it (NEXT to the old one in the tiny shed....), but it still needs a new connector, so still not functional.

I thought the scene, with the washer in the garden, looked weird.

That's probably connected with living in Cumbria, where it would almost definitely be rained on by now. Here in sunny California, maybe appliances in the garden are not so odd...