Although it nearly didn't!
The delivery van pulled up outside. There was a long pause. Then the phone rang. 'Mrs Hinds, this is Currys delivery; we've got your washing-machine.'
'We're outside 209 and we can't find 208.'
'There isn't a 209; you're outside 208.'
'No, we're outside 209.'
'You're outside 208, with the white Beetle.'
They were not happy men. We have steep steps up to our front door. 'This is the heaviest make of washing-machine there is,' they grumbled.
'That's because they're built to be reliable - so you won't need to come back here again in a hurry.' My attempt at consoling words didn't seem to console them.
Now I just have to wait for the weekend and for husband to be home to plumb it in for me. Then I'll be able to start on the mountain of washing that has built up. Oh goody. How three of us create so much washing is beyond my understanding.