For the past week the washing machine has been acting up and now that my son has a summer job working on an oyster farm it's a necessity so as to get rid of the 'old salty sea dog' smell from his clothes every day.
I've ordered a new one that won't be delivered until Friday, my wife reckons the old machine knows this and is screwing up the washing programs on purpose. We reckon it can lip read and knows its mission is about to be terminated and it will have to give up its secret stash of odd socks. I expect when I disconnect it on Thursday night it will start singing 'Daisy Daisy' !