I think you all remember that, along with the heating, even my tumble dryer stopped working.
In the beginning, I didnt really make a big deal about it because I thought it was just a matter of cleaning the filter. When that was done, and I was also back parking in my usual spot(see previous post), but there was still no action, it was obvious the situation required a bit more attention and effort.
I first tried the good old trick of unplugging the machine, counting to 30 seconds, and plugging it back. No success. I then went for the second good old trick of all time, a little punch on the top. I mean, it always worked for Fonzie. I might not be Henry Winkler, but I have seen him doing it so many times growing up that I am sure the technique was impeccable. Except my tumble dryer had proven to be far more stubborn than Arnold’s old juke box.
It was time to turn to the bible of any domestic trouble: YouTube. I won’t lie here, it took me some time to warm up to this incredible tool, but after I did, I can honestly say it never let me down. From how to unlock the drain to how to knit cardigan sleeves. It knows it all! And that’s not all, it makes you feel great too, and never alone. You will infact always find someone who has had that same problem before you, but most of all, you will always find someone asking some question far more stupid than yours.
The only problem with YouTube is that sometime is not time-wise realistic, and you will end up spending at least triple the time suggested in the video tutorial, and that if you already have everything you need at home. And that’s how I spent all my mornings last week, dismantling my tumble dryer and tackling any possible issues at the time. At one point, probably sick of another day under surgery, the skinky thing also worked … for a few minutes. A few very rewarding minutes, I must say, though, and that makes it all worth it. Unfortunately, the freaking resentful thing stopped again as soon as I tried to actually load it. And so from the following day we were back unscrewing, checking, testing, ramaging inside the engine, screwing it back, turning it on with plenty of expectations, and finally createvily swearing once the expectations were, once again, missed.
By Friday, I decided there was nothing more I could do. The thought of the vortex of boredom waiting for me now that I had to find something else to do with my mornings rather than disassemble my tumble dryer, was overwhelming but, as they say, “desperate times call for desperate measures”, and so with trembling hand, I rang the manufacturer’s help centre. They gave me the number of the local guy and told me to send him a text explaining the issue. So I did, and in less than an hour, he answered me back with the cause, the solution, and how much it would cost to fix it. What??? All this from a three-line text??? Maybe WhatsApp is the new YouTube!!!! Exept its not in fact when the guy came, he realised it was not what he thought it was and had to come back with a new part.
To Be Continued….
