5 reasons why I hate washing machines: - The noise annoys me. They start whirring randomly, sometimes with an ear splitting high pitched noise and often the noise violently and suddenly stops and gives you that feeling like you've just fallen off a cliff. - They steal water when you take a shower. It's all nice and high pressure and warm and then the washing machine kicks in and suddenly there's cold water dripping out of the shower. - The buttons and dials confuse me. Why are they always different on different washing machines? - They destroy pretty much anything that accidently goes in there (including animals). - They break down all the time and they're a bitch to remove/install. Why can't we go back to hand washing and rid this world of evil washing machines? Please tell me, kijib.
My washing machine doesn't affect my shower, but I do have an issue with my neighbours having their washing machine upstairs. They use it about twice a day and it shakes my house, you can literally feel the floor rumbling and hear all my DVDs rattling.
Are you sure it's the washing machine that's shaking the house? But seriously though, that must be one hell of a powerful washing machine. And using it twice a day seems a bit excessive. Think of all the electricity and water it uses.
Yeah, I've come to the conclusion they're providing a cleaning service for murderers. I think the rattling is just due to the machine being on the floorboards rather than the concrete on the ground floor... I've heard it's bad for the structure so if anything starts to crack I'll snipe 'em from an attic window.
Believe it or not, but up until I was about 7 years old, my old house had: - No mains electricity, all lights were oil/paraffin powered. - No hot water from taps (we used to heat water on a gas stove, we had to fill about 10 kettles just to have one bath). - No mains water (we had a water butt which collected rain water). - No mains gas (we used calor gas). - No shower, no TV, no computer, no microwave etc. - No central heating (only heating was log burners and open fires). And I lived in the middle of a forest about 5 miles away from any other house. I know it sounds like I was brought up in the stone age, but it was the lifestyle my parents chose. It sounds crazy, but I didn't really mind it. I didn't exactly know any different because I had been brought up to live with it.
And when we did finally get electricity (solar panels and a generator), I remember when parts of a dead squirrel were found in with the washing in the washing machine. What happened was a squirrel had fallen into the water butt, drowned and partially decomposed until it was in small enough pieces to go through the pipe into the washing machine. Obviously the clothes smelled really bad so they were washed again.
