One of the few downsides of having a large furry dog is that there are large furry piles of dog hair all over the flat.
Living in a warm climate seems to result in a year-round moult. Even when he gets groomed regularly. Well, as regularly as he tolerates.
The throws on his sofa get washed regularly. But inevitably I can’t shake all the fur off, so some hairs end up in the washing machine, and then, some end up in the tumble dryer which produces the pleasant aroma of burning dog fur.
Winters may be warm – but they are also wet, and we don’t have anywhere undercover to dry the washing, so the 30-year-old tumble dryer from my mother’s house has come in surprisingly useful.
It was tumbling away merrily and pumping out the usual slightly acrid smell.
“What’s that burning smell?” asked Partner, doing the usual interfering routine.
“It always smells like that. It’s dog fur.”
Mr Interfering was having none of it.
“It’s burning, go and check it,” he ordered, despite being nearer than me to the tumbly.
I walked in and smoke was pouring out of the front of the tumble dryer.
I opened the door in horror to stop it and ran out in case it went bang.
Mr Interfering amazingly restrained himself from a smug comment and merely said:
“We need a new one. That can go out tonight.”
Some time later he had a flash of inspiration and went to investigate the tumbly.
He came out with a filter thing, rather clogged up with two years worth of dog fur and goodness knows how many years of dust.
If my mother had ever cleaned out the filter I am sure she forgot as she grew older.
“Turn it on again,” he ordered.
Why is it always me that has to deal with the dubious electrickery?
I turned it on.
No smoke. Still the left-over burning smell. I agreed to check it out the next day with some proper wet washing.
I did. It worked.
So – when your 30-year-old tumble dryer starts smoking – check out the filter. It could save you forking out for a new tumble dryer. Or maybe I am the only person who didn’t even know that tumblies had filters.