So I may or may not have mentioned we have a slight washing machine failure Chez Moi at the moment. After sending home a load or two with my blessed Mater (can you hear angels sing when I mention her name? I swear I can) I was still stuck with more stinky clothes than I could shake a stick at.
Luckily, via the loudspeaker platform of Facebook and this blog, a few of my friends and neighbours may have become aware of my predicament and very kindly offered up their machines for my washing pleasure. Grateful as I was to throw myself on their mercy and make use of their various machines, I felt reluctant to take advantage more than once. I’ve been carefully rationing myself, washing only the most essential items, but now I’ve used up three of my four offers and it’s time to locate an alternative option.
Why is it so much harder to accept favours than offer them? I would go out of my way to help anyone I could, but it’s awkward to accept help and almost impossible to ask for it. I go out of my way to be grateful and probably end up crawling and prostrating myself in an embarrassing display of indebtedness. I hate it. It is probably almost preferable to offer someone a kidney than to accept the use of someone else’s washing machine.
I just hope The Man’s manly engineering-y phonecall to John Lewis today did the trick. I neeeeeed that damn machine fixed before I end up offering my kidney to somebody as a thank you present.
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