We have a washing machine previously the property of a well-known local footballer who lived in the house we used to live in in Brunswick. It's a Hitachi and the few times we've had to have it fixed our repairman Paul has told us it's a great machine - because Hitachi really only experimented with washing machines and weren't totally into the built-in obsolescence game. OK. Well today its pump hose split when I turned it on and there was water all over the floor. Most of it I got out with a broom, it felt kind of surreal sweeping water out the back door with a broom. Charlie was upset by this eventuality and whined in a way I'd never heard her do before. She apparently found it surreal too, but not in a pleasant way. Now Paul is coming back tomorrow to look at it again, and I guess replace the hose. I thought I was going to be a real handyman and fit something neatly back into place when I opened up the back but no way. It's a hose with a hole. The mind boggles. I reared back in fright.
I just got a text message from Shane that reads 'go eat a chimichanga it's cinco [sic!!!] de mayo'. I have no idea what he means.