Washing machine, BBQ, picnic
Our washing machine has started leaking. Naturally, it happened just as I wanted to use it on Saturday. I walked into the kitchen (they have the washer/dryer in the kitchens in England!) and the floor was inches deep in soapy water. Joy.
After mopping it up, I investigated the machine. It looks like one of the internal seals is going — there was no leakage from the front-loading door, just a trickle from the front left base corner of the machine. I moved it out from the wall to check the floor underneath it, and it was all dry except around the front left. I guess I'll call the landlord tomorrow.
Since I couldn't do my laundry at home, I arranged with Steve to use the machine at his flat, just a few hundred metres from my place. There was a barbecue at Steve's that afternoon I was already going to, so it worked out well.
The barbecue was good fun — the usual story of lots of food and beer. The whiskey came out around 10pm. Getting up this morning was a little challenging, but I soon recovered enough to go on to the welcome-back picnic for Josh that his partner Jen organised. (Josh has been in New York for four weeks.) I didn't stay too long, though, and fell asleep almost straight away when I got home.
For those of you not glued to the riveting London weather updates as they come in, it's been hot here. It was 28°C yesterday, and must have been about the same today, with clear skies all weekend. This is what summer is supposed to be like.
I found a photo from February, before the entire flat changed (except me, of course). Here it is:
Left to right, there's me, Brandon, Kellie, Amanda and Anabella.