Upon consideration...
Dec. 6th, 2010 04:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt's funny how neurotic one can get. Or perhaps the word is "alert". I was walking through the dining-room, and heard a noise coming from the kitchen, and was all "What's that? What disaster is come upon me now? Has the tap started up again? What...?"
And walked through, to find the washing-machine dutifully chugging away on its heap of very-wet garments from this morning, of course. As I had instructed it to do.
Am still very much thinking about that damn tap, though; and have entirely persuaded myself that my anxious diagnosis is right, that I've left bits of old dead washer inside the mechanism, thus causing current leakage. Shoulda stuck my finger in and twiddled, but I just didn't think: saw absence-of-washer on the mechanism and gushing water coming out of the pipe, and just assumed that the residues had been washed out.
Evidence would suggest otherwise, but it took me too long to understand that.
Still not opening it up again, though. Not yetawhile. The tips of my fingers are still all burny-stingy. Can one still get chilblains, in this modern day and age...?
In other news, if I had two sets of thermals, I could be wearing one of them now, and I'd be warmer.
I think I shall make a pot of tea. And a slice of toast, with butter and Gentleman's Relish.
Hmm. Upon consideration, perhaps that had better be two slices. There will be trouble else.
And walked through, to find the washing-machine dutifully chugging away on its heap of very-wet garments from this morning, of course. As I had instructed it to do.
Am still very much thinking about that damn tap, though; and have entirely persuaded myself that my anxious diagnosis is right, that I've left bits of old dead washer inside the mechanism, thus causing current leakage. Shoulda stuck my finger in and twiddled, but I just didn't think: saw absence-of-washer on the mechanism and gushing water coming out of the pipe, and just assumed that the residues had been washed out.
Evidence would suggest otherwise, but it took me too long to understand that.
Still not opening it up again, though. Not yetawhile. The tips of my fingers are still all burny-stingy. Can one still get chilblains, in this modern day and age...?
In other news, if I had two sets of thermals, I could be wearing one of them now, and I'd be warmer.
I think I shall make a pot of tea. And a slice of toast, with butter and Gentleman's Relish.
Hmm. Upon consideration, perhaps that had better be two slices. There will be trouble else.