Our wonderful washing machine

Christopher started doing the laundry the other day, but then when Peter put his little bits of sandpaper in, water starting coming out of the soap compartment. After cleaning up the water on the floor, I took the filter apart and found a piece of plastic in it, so I figured that had caused the problem and ran another load. When water started coming out of the soap compartment again, it seemed fairly obvious that there was probably another piece of plastic stuck in the hose and blocking the water flowing out.

Our washing machine is so well designed that it is relatively simple to take it apart, remove unwanted material and put it back together again. Sometimes this can even be a very soothing and reassuring activity. I have been telling myself that for days, but somehow I just couldn't quite bring myself to start taking the washing machine apart.

Today Peter beat me to it. In fact, he fixed the washing machine while cooking spaghetti for lunch at the same time. It is completely beyond me, how he can be so efficient at domestic multitasking, but he really is amazing. And he even brought me roses along the way, because he could tell just by the sound of my voice that I was upset about Christopher.

While Paddy is doing the dishes this evening, I decided to celebrate finishing a difficult text I was working on by cleaning up the bathroom around the washing machine and working on some of the spots of mold. The bathroom doesn't exactly look new again, but I feel a greater sense of satisfaction about it.
Mission accomplished.