and the weather continues pretty grotty, quite frankly. We've put the time to good use; the calendar is all done bar the printing, and Sheila ran a wash load and took it across to the main building and tumbled it dry.
Only downside (apart from the usual fiddling about to get the calendar looking good) was that the washing machine had another burst of its contrariness. When Sheila dialled the programme, it thought about it for a few moments, then flashed its End light with a sort of DILLIGAF insouciance.
I had to twiddle the dial a few times, and open and close the door before it would agree to behave. Intermittent faults are always the worst – you just know that if we call out the engineer, it'll perform perfectly for him. No matter, we got the washing done in the end.
It's now two weeks since Wilson's took bits of our cratch away for warranty work, so I gave them a ring to see when we could expect them back. I've had one call back; they're chasing the contractor who's repairing the wings.
Tomorrow, we go into Stafford; some Christmas shopping to be done, and paper stock to buy for the calendar printing.
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