Just lately my poor, overworked washing machine has been showing the strain. The last two days I have had to stage an intervention of sorts.

Two days in a row of unloading sodden washing and syphoning it empty

Propping it up on the now close-at-hand length of wood to allow me access to twiddle the little magic wheel thing that unclogs the pump

And all my crossed fingers and muttered incantations came through for me again

Just in time for the rain to start. The washing’s hung inside today but at least the plovers in the back paddock are happy.

Pippin the sheep, not so much.

“Make it stop!” Fix a washing machine a couple of days in a row and they think you can do anything.