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A filter blocker
It's pretty much a normal start to the day for me today and I set about doing a few chores such as the washing. However that doesn't quite go to plan since the machine decides to pack up once again with a chorus of grinding and humming leaving me with a washing machine full of wet clothes and water and no easy way to drain it. So I struggle trying to get rid of the water by putting the machine on the drain setting, which doesn't work very well since all the sucking power the pump can muster is the equivalent of about 1 mm of water every 5 mins (after which the machine stops trying). In order to get rid of the water then (or as much as I can) I have to sit in front of it and keep turning it back to the drain setting each time it switches off. I guess I did this for at least an hour, at the end of which the water line is below the door meaning that I will be able to open the machine with out a tidal wave of water landing all over the floor. Now I just have to wait for the machine to decide it will open the door and I should be someway to home free.
Whilst I'm waiting for the door to magically open I decide now would be as gooder time as any to go to the gym and on my way out I have a chat with our neighbour and as him if he knows of any good washing machine repair men, to which he answers he thinks he does, and he'll root out the number, to which I said thanks, and I'll pick it up when I get back from the gym.
When I get back home I realise that I've missed a delivery - this time it's for the duvet we ordered ages ago and for which we had a letter saying it wouldn't be with us till at least the 25th June, which is a bit of a bummer because we really could do with the duvet now that the weather is hotting up and currently being in bed is like being wrapped in tin foil on gas mark 8 for several hours (our current duvet is quite a high tog). Arse, so I ring them back and leave a message to see if they can redeliver tomorrow.
I then decide to tackle the washing machine again and thankfully the door release has kicked in meaning I can get the soaking wet clothes out and hang them on the line to drip dry, and I also manage to extract the several litres of water that remained in the drum. I then pop over to the neighbour who said he might have a helpful number of a useful man to fix the washer and when I'm describing the symptoms to our neighbour he thinks he knows what the problem may be and offered to come have a look.
We pull out the machine and voila, we find the filter which we think may well be causing the problem. In the filter we discover a five pence piece and the remains of my security pass from my previous job (which would explain why I couldn't find it) so we take all that out, push the machine back and yay! it seems to be working just dandy again.
So this entry is in lasting memory of our neighbour, who kindly fixed the washing machine and saved us the cost of calling someone out - I'd better get him some kind of thank you present.
Posted by Abi on the June 6, 2006 9:28 PM
Screwed by security :)
Curious. Most of the washing machines I have seen around here have thier filter at the front behind an easy accessible door or panel. Expresly made so you don't have to remove the machine (lots of them are build-in types)