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Thursday, 28 November 2013

65% less: a rant.

My washing machine has bust. No, really bust. Even the repair man said, gently and with quiet sympathy, that it had got to the end of its natural life.


Now, choosing a new washing machine turned out to be a bit of a problem. The thing is, all washing machines are just boxes with doors in the front. How can you tell which is the one for you?

I wanted a machine that would carry on working uncomplainingly for many years; but on looking through the advertisements I found that strangely enough none of the manufacturers was admitting to their machines' breaking down at the first sight of a pair of unmatched socks.

I wanted a machine that washed the clothes without taking hours about it. The advertisements weren't much help with that, either, but eventually I did find a machine made by the people who made my nice old one. Their website claimed to wash clothes sixty five per cent faster.

And, do you know, I was going to buy it until I read some more and found out that it was actually more than twice as slow as my old machine.

You see, I hadn't realised that sixty five per cent faster meant sixty five per cent faster than a three-legged sleep-walking tortoise, or a jet-lagged snail that's tried to take the short cut across the wet cement, or an adolescent room-tidier.

In the end I spoke to a charming lady in a shop and my new  machine is not only less than one per cent slower than my old one, but it has a picture of a sheep on the front and plays the theme from Schubert's The Trout when it finishes a wash.

I think we'll be very happy together.

But it was a jolly narrow escape.

Thing To Do Every Day. Ask yourself: sixty five per cent faster than what?

3 comments:

  1. It was nice and peaceful here, then I hit three-legged, sleep-walking tortoise.
    By the time I got to the jet-lagged snail doing it's bit on wet cement all hell had broke loose.
    I guess my laugh isn't very lady-like, as I woke up all the critters, big and small!
    I do hope you enjoy your new washer.
    I myself would like to have the overture to William Tell on mine right when it's ending the wash!

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    1. Thanks, Jingles, I'm delighted you had fun.
      William Tell would be great, especially for a spin cycle. Perhaps we should start the wash off with Bluddle-Uddle Um Dum from Snow White, and finish with...er...A Whiter Shade of Pale?

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    2. That sounds perfect!
      Hurry up now and make it happen! :)

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