Ah, the sight of new white goods. Pristine and beautiful, snuggled under the bench top in my laundry. Just waiting to be used. Did I feel sad as the old ones were taken away? No. Like a fickle lover I turned my back on them as they sat forlorn and unwanted by the truck, waiting to be removed. And my new precious domestic best friends basked in the warmth of my admiration.
Isn't it sad that such a thing could bring such joy? Still, 1,505 words were written whilst waiting for the domestic attendants to be delivered. And four teaspoons of sugar were used in the tea provided for the chaps who installed them.
And now to put on the virgin wash......
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