Right, what is wrong with me? We’re getting a new washing machine and it is honestly the highlight of my week. Well, next week, actually. It’s getting delivered.
How did this happen? Aren’t I supposed to get excited by new Lego, or trips to Chessington? How bad have things got that I’m suddenly ecstatic about a Samsung WW90TA046AX? It washes clothes. My old machine did that. This one will do it slightly better, admittedly. Plus it doesn’t have gaffa tape holding the seal in place (a bonus) and the intake tray isn’t mouldy, which is a nifty improvement. I like the way they do that.
So the old Bosch bachelor-spinner is on the way out, and the fancy Samsung is in. And I’m weirdly excited.
It’s a cool graphite grey. It has a futuristic touch screen, and when you adjust the temperatures through the scale from 30 to 90, it beeps up through an octave! It’ll take 9kg of washing and it’s super efficient on the kilowatt hours. It does a 30 minute wash at 1400 rpm and it chimes in at a maximum of just 72dB.
Is this what happens when you get old? Well I say, let’s embrace it. Let’s get excited about washing machines and dishwashers and power tools and garden furniture. Let’s enthuse over hosepipes and vacuum cleaners, and gush with gusto over new sheds and spades and coffee machines!
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me. Someone once said that little kids don’t grow up; the toys just get more sophisticated. To which I say, amen, and bring on the fancy Samsung.
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