Eeeh, they don’t make things like they used to, do they?
The tumble dryer was working away this morning (it was raining again) and suddenly the noise changed.
‘Fan belt,’ muttered Partner.
In pulling the tumbly out from its normal home, he decided to get rid of a vile glass cabinet that we inherited on buying the flat and couldn’t get rid of either through Friday Ads or FreeCycle.
We took it to bits and carefully took the glass and the cabinet outside. I piled the glass on the vile office chair that we finally got rid of yesterday. I never liked it, it was cast off from some job that partner had worked on and was one of those rather macho black executive swivel job things.
I took the camera with me when we set off for the shops but sadly had omitted to put batteries in. On returning from shopping trip, it had all been taken by our excellent street cleaning service. So no pic of either.
But here is a tumbly pic. Indeed it was the fan belt. The machine was made in 1977. Hotpoint. My mother bought it when I was at university. Fancy the fan belt only lasting 35 years.
I do hope I can buy another. For the want of a fan belt the tumbly could be lost.
My mission, apparently, should I choose to accept, is to find a fan belt for a 35-year-old tumbly. Any suggestions gratefully accepted.
NB Buy a new tumbly does not qualify, and I’ve worked out to look at the Hotpoint website. Otherwise, fire away.
At least the fan belt problem inspired us to finally get rid of the cabinet as part of our spring clean, so little by little the flat is looking slightly tidier.
Pokito a poko (little by little) by Chambao, another Andalucían band, this time from Málaga. Described as a fusion of flamenco and electronic music, I would have called it a mix myself but one has to keep up with crappy jargon so fusion it is. Another of my favourite Spanish bands.
Chambao, by the way, is one of those ubiquitous Mediterranean beach huts, but the word means more than the hut, it captures the whole atmosphere too.