Remember the house where Murphy's Law rules?
I.e. where my Dad lives.
In December, we had problems with
1/ plumbing, resulting in a flooded cellar (main problem fixed)
2/ a muddy yard (temporarily solved by snow and ice,
but no doubt the problem will resurface when it begins to thaw!)
3/ a broken refrigerator (replaced)
4/ the lock in the front door (fixed)
5/ the heating system (fixed)
Last week it was the clothes washer's turn. Lucky for me, home care seem to have decided that when it comes to technical things, it's better to call my brother, although he lives farther away. (They're right.) He has now ordered a new one, and a tumble dryer as well (there wasn't one before). Yes, luckily there is money enough to pay for it. Mum just never wanted one.
This is NOT The House, but a completely different building,
probably abandoned even by Murphy. His work there
seems to be done.