Washed Out

Tony seems to be coming down with that nasty virus again;

he stayed in bed until 3pm whilst I dealt with the farm on my own, interspersing outdoor activity with paperwork as it was another damp, gloomy day for working outside.  Once he’d surfaced late in the afternoon & resumed work on installing an external telephone bell so I don’t keep missing calls (will run up the yard & get to the ‘phone just as it stops ringing, more like), we discussed what we were going to do about our wretched Hotpoint washing machine, which is still pouring water onto the kitchen floor every time I grit my teeth & attempt to carry out a wash.  As the shop owner from where we bought said machine has offered a replacement, we made the journey into town to choose a suitable alternative. 

Under the Sale of Goods Act we are in fact entitled to our money back; but all we want is a machine which will wash & dry our clothes with the minimum of fuss, so we’ve accepted the offer of a ‘like for like’ replacement.  However, as it was quite late when we arrived, the shop was ominously quiet.  It transpired that the owner was away & the remaining sales staff were not really sure what constituted a similar model of different make (& we certainly did NOT want another Hotpoint…..!); so unfortunately it turned out to be a wasted journey; something these days we can’t really afford. 

Back at home I set the supper cooking & went out to do the milking – thankfully, Morganna’s udder is definitely on the mend, but I suppose only time will tell; we’ll see what happens next year regarding her yields after her next kid is born, & as to whether the condition resurfaces……poor girl.

Another interesting TV programme was broadcast this evening, continuing the theme of getting consumers to consider what’s on their plates: tonight was “Jamie’s Fowl Dinners”, all about the production of battery eggs & broiler hens.  It was direct, to the point, succinct…& in places, pretty shocking – as it should be; as the industry is, in fact.  I really do hope that those people who saw it AND who witnessed what disgusting products are made from these poor unfortunate creatures, will seriously reconsider what they put in their shopping baskets from now on – as sadly, Hugh’s hard-hitting message just did not pack enough punch for some even colder-hearted consumers, it seems.  I honestly don’t know what it would take to make these people comprehend the horror of what goes on….put them in a cramped cage with no daylight for the rest of their lives, perhaps?  Tragically, judging by their attitudes, some of them deserve no better.

Incidentally, did you know that we (not personally!) eat an average of 27 million eggs, every single day?  Placed end to end, this daily total would reach from the earth to the moon – so surely those hardworking hens deserve to be treated with more care & consideration??

Tony usefully employed himself in researching washer-dryers this evening so we can speak with authority as to what we consider a suitable replacement for the ailing Hotpoint.  Whilst I’d prefer to buy British of course, the only directly similar machine seems to be a Zanussi; having had that make before, I know they are generally extremely reliable (& have a cleanable lint filter – which seems to have been the main problem with our current machine; ridiculously, it hasn’t) so I suspect that’s what we’ll go for…..but all these recurring problems are making me feel quite washed out!  


About LittleFfarm Dairy

The LittleFfarm Dairy Team: Jo - Goat farmer & Gelatiere Artigianale, plus General Dogsbody; Tony - Airline Pilot & part-time Herd Manager, Product Taster, Accounts Secretary, Handyman etc!
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