Arty farty!

This is not our new washing machine; it is GravyC’s mum’s washing machine. She left us, sadly, around a year ago. Her house, which GravyC lived in from the age of 5 or 6, has been sold. I think he and his brothers (and his parents) moved there in the year that I was born. We have spent many happy times there, although I was never allowed to use the washing machine; Chris did everything for us, always.

Anyway….our washing machine was old and abused, so Gravy rescued his mum’s machine from the house clearance guys. He and Noo retrieved it from the car this afternoon, and it was in use when me and ZQ got home. We are very grateful, but would rather have His mum than her washing machine.

Tomorrow we get a new front door. That one is a bit of a saga!!!

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