Tumbling dice

We concluded yesterday, that the tumble drier was dead. If it hadn't been strapped to the top of the washing machine, it would have been pushing up daisies. It is no more. It has done well, though, being some 20 years old. A saunter though the online aisles of John Lewis revealed all of the latest and greatest possible replacements. After a brief bit of research and seeing the feedback, we decided on a Samsung that matches our washing machine. Money exchanged hands electronically and disposal of the old appliance and delivery of the new one was set up.

We paid a bit extra to have the new tumble drier delivered today (rather than wait until the middle of next week). An email came through first thing to give us a two-hour time slot. This gave the Gorse Fox plenty of time to strip the cupboard out of the utility  recess, vacuum, and sanitise the area. Then Two Hats came round to lend a hand moving the old tumble drier out of the way. 

While the area was clear the Gorse Fox took the opportunity to check the pressurisation of the sealed heating units and topped them up. (He can only really reach the controls while everything is out of the way).

The chappies turned up in the allotted time slot. The old machine was removed and the new one was manhandled into place. It is clearly a lot heavier than the old one. With a wave they left... and Ellie stood by the door waving back. The new drier was indeed heavy. The Gorse Fox had to level it up and that meant adjusting the feet, but to do that he had to lever the whole machine up to take the weight off the adjustable feet. Eventually, it was done and everything put back in place. Let's now hope that we're happy with it.

Urban-Cub still needed to rest, and the Silver Vixen was attacking some ironing. 

The Gorse Fox offered to take Ellie to the park. She's beginning to get picky and tried to dictate which park we would visit. The Gorse Fox had other ideas. If it wasn't in walking distance, we weren't going. In the end he proved more stubborn than she was and we headed off. 

As usual, Ellie, managed to make friends with another girl (who seemed about 7-8 years old), and played with her and her dolls on the various swings, slides, and roundabouts. This interrupted the lecture that the Gorse Fox was giving her on the subject of momentum and friction and Newton's Laws. The Gorse Fox is not sure how much she took in, but he'll be asking questions later.

Eventually, with the clouds beginning to look a bit threatening, we headed home.

Urban-Cub has just taken Ellie to spend the weekend with Pistol Pete. There's a lot of excitement brewing as she is back with the child-minder on Monday.