Crabbit

On Tuesday night, my washing machine tore holes in a favourite t-shirt, a vest, 3 socks, plus old and new undies.

Needless to say I was unimpressed. It wasn't the first time it had torn things, but never before on that scale. So my machine has had its chips.

The magnets give some flavour of the thoughts going through my head (you'll need to imagine the Anglo-Saxon ones!)

New machine on order! Roll on Tuesday!