Today, we finally got our new washing machine installed. It's been almost a month since the other one died on us. Once again, it took a lot of calls and a lot of patience. The laundry mountain would have been even bigger than this if it wasn't for the opportunity we had a couple of weeks ago (babysitting a downstairs neighbor's birds for a few days) which allowed us to do a few loads of laundry. It's a good thing the new machine got installed today because I'm currently wearing my last pair of underwear!
The repairman pointed out something interesting. There had been this sort of rotten milk smell out of nowhere once in a while in the kitchen. We looked everywhere but found nothing. Today we found out what it was. The people who had installed the washing machine and dishwasher originally had done such a piss-poor job of it that the two machines' outflow hoses were giving each other "feedback", as it were. In other words, dirty dishwashing water would sometimes flow into the washing machine hose and vice versa. The rotten food smell was the dishwashing water rotting in the washing machine hose. Nice, huh?
1 comment:
Hey guys,
Glad to see you got yer laundry pile sorted out. I like your rant below - but I just have to disagree with you on one major point: ice cubes - I recently counted about seven - possibly six and a half- in a glass at my local bar (admittedly a big London bar). It was completely unforced - there was no pressure on my part to ask for any more icecubes- and in fact I was left with more 'cube' than actual drink. I only have to ask: where are you going for your ice cube intake? And - more importantly - why haven't you gone on strike about this issue?
Anyway, hope all is well!
Best,
Stephen
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