Our new washing-machine was arriving this morning. I was still in my dressing-gown when I saw a truck pull into our road.
"This could be our machine," I shouted. "We should have blocked the other end of the road in case he sees the steps and drives away!" Saying that I looked out of the window again and the truck was gone.
He came back. But his mate hadn't turned up for work so he was on his own. Fearing Husband would do something stupid, like help him, I kept running up and down stairs and peering out of windows to see what was going on.
The delivery man had the sort of build that says, 'Heart Attack Waiting'. I imagined them both dropping down in the back yard and me becoming known as 'The woman who killed two men just because she wanted a washing machine'.
As anticipated Husband did help but they're both alive to tell the tale. Husband has even installed the machine, nearly, so all is well.
And I went to Daughter's to pick up the washing she had done for me and came back with a glitter tattoo, courtesy of GrandDaughter2.
5 comments:
Lovely glitter! Hope the new machine is up and humming now.
Glad to hear the machine was delivered and that your husband didn't try to help.
A very good day a new washing machine and a glitter tattoo! Who could ask for more?
Cathy
Nice glitter tat!
So you have both a new washing machine and a new tattoo. It was a good day.
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