R.I.P.

The other week our washing machine died, which has left Ben and I trying to come up with ideas of how we can get another one without forking out any money, after all the old one was originally off someones front lawn!

I visited Jane last weekend and totally out of the blue she said to me 'I'll have to take that old washing machine of yours to the dump soon it's taking up too much room in my shed'. Eureka! I'd totally forgotten I had that in storage at Jane's. So after moving the entire contents of Janes dusty shed, which mostly consisted of old car parts that Mike had collected (what is the point of keeping about 5 old hole riddled mufflers?)we got it out. Then with lots of sweating, swearing and grazing of knuckles we managed to get it into the back of her ute (yes my sister is a bogan). Ben then helped get it out, and moved the old washing machine so we could put in the new one. Then comes the proud moment when we give it a test drive. THE FUCKING THING DOESN'T WORK!!! Argh!!!! Now we have two broken washing machines!! The front of our house is starting to look like crazy people who collect stuff 'just in case' live here.

Also this week, after freezing our asses of too much we decided to get a gas bayonet installed so we could use the gas heater Jane has given us. I called the gas people and organised a time,they told me early next week. I got an sms from Ben while I was at work saying 'we have a gas bayonet'. So I think, oh, what idiots, we had one all along, probably hidden behind the giant ugly green couch. I rang the gas people to cancel, and the lady sounding a little confused tells me 'oh we had this booked for today'. Feeling very silly I tried to be all bubbly saying 'thanks, but we're idiots, we already have one, so sorry for the trouble etc...' I msg Ben to tell him I cancelled it, then it turns out he ment the gas guy has been and gone and fitted it. So what he ment was it's been fitted...therefore 'we have a gas bayonet'. Ben got a really funny call from the confused gas dude asking if we then wanted it removed? haha The fun just never ends at our house.

And after all that trouble no doubt it will turn out that the gas heater is fucked too.