The Bloke and I are splitting up…he’s staying in our house, and I’m moving interstate. As a result, we’ve had to split some of the furniture too…he’s getting the bulk of it, and I’ve got dibs on (amongst other things) the washing machine and the dryer.
Now, in the meantime, my mum and stepdad have sold their property (and also moved to a new home). At the old place there was some furniture remaining, including a washing machine. Last week I asked if it was going to be ‘chattels’ with the sale, and he assured me it was not…‘Can The Bloke have it then?’…‘No worries, it’s his!’
So to cut a long story short, the fucking thing doesn’t work. It’ll wash orright, but the spin function is fucked. It’s probably been this way for many months or years: my stepdad is renowned for his penny pinching, and has probably had my poor old mum hanging out sodden washing for all that time.
But what pisses me RIGHT off is that he didn’t let us know it was fucked first. We had to travel 120km to pick the fucking thing up, and NOW it’ll cost heaven-knows how much to have it fixed: t’would have been cheaper to buy one here in our local town.
And of course, HE managed to save $ on taking the fucking thing to the fucking tip anyway…no skin off his fucking nose!!
Oh, and if it can’t be fixed (which is likely according to the repair-fella) then we have to pay to dump the fucker at the tip anyways.