There are so many germs in my throat they have formed their own union and are making demands for permanent residency.
The clothes dryer that has been limping on ever since the tenants shot the bearings has finally ground to a complete halt. I mean, we don't use the dryer much but we assume the tenants did, as do many Europeans and that the damage sustained was probably age plus overwork. Since we don't use it much we've managed for the last year and a half, using it when critical with lots of stopping and starting to keep the thermostat from overheating. But this latest rediculously cold snap has done it in completely and we've bitten the bullet and bought another one. Awaiting delivery.
And quite literally while making the call for the dryer, the washer decided it's over it too. I've always said how great my washer is - and I reckon 11 years without a service call and pretty much a load a day for the last 9 years isn't too bad at all. I have to wait a few days for the service guy, so my house is full of wet partially washed clothes, a lot of wet towels (part of the manual draining exercise) and drying racks filled to the brim.
The drying rack is mostly broken too, held together with yarn scraps and cable ties.
Grim times I'm telling you. Lucky the knitting is working out.