Candy are the Ford Motor Company of washing machines: “an old Ford never dies – some fool will always keep botching it back up.”
And thus it was with me. However, the other day, my Candy finally gave up the ghost.
But even her demise was a disappointment. I HAD hoped to take her outside, connect her to a long extension lead, put my bowling ball in her drum, switch her to fast spin and – standing well back – watch with glee as she hopped around the garden, before ripping herself to pieces.
But sadly, this spectacular send-off was denied me. The final item to conk out had been her motor control board, so – no spin.
Her replacement is Sam – Mr Sung to you (did you see what I did there?)