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muninnhuginn...at least it's not the washing machine itself that's causing the problem. Just some kind of blockage in the outflow before it reaches the drain outside. (After all the extra loads we've run over the last four or five days dealing with Looby Loo's repeated throwing up over bedding, we wouldn't blame the rather venerable Zanussi if it gave up the ghost.)
So it's off to find some pipe unblocking chemicals, new household gloves (why do they always split when you're furtling round in a drain?), and anything else on the current list. And, yes (maybe we don't need the appointment for allergy testing after all), even brief exposure to incompletely rinsed wet clothing and subs (sic, "suds" is what we meant, but if there are subs in there maybe it explains the bunged up pipes) therefrom has caused the dermatitis to return on both hands. So, first we're going to indulge in some illicit steroids.
[Did we mention at all that we're meant to be sorting out the preparations for a medieval-ish dinner for twelve on Saturday plus dinner for at least some of that number on Friday? That's what Friday and Monday were meant to be about.]
