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Goodbye Bek!


2 weeks ago, we lost a valuable member in our home, I completely took her for granted until I saw how much I depended on her when she was no longer there. She did so much for us for 5 long years, always cooperated even when we pushed her buttons…. Which we did often and used her so much, often forgetting to say thank you. She was left spinning often by herself as we carried on with our hectic lives. When the laundry started to mount and the house began to smell like feet, I really noticed how much we really needed her. My dear Bek, so considerate to everyone. Literally opened her door to all no matter how dirty they were. Whatever shocking state they arrived in, but just getting on with it anyway and we saw some sights and guaranteed 1hr 58 mins later, everything would be alright. My Bek… this week your replacement arrived, and she is like your twin. Same colour, same make, a little quieter but all in all, our house is starting to return to normal. We take comfort knowing your major parts will go on and live in others. Though they will never be the same as you, reconditioning is apparently a false economy.

I never realised how valuable Bek…the Beko washing machine was until she broke down, the obvious answer would be to go to the laundrette but imagine a domestic goddess them imagine the absolute opposite…you’ve got me! I was barred from the laundrette …yes barred….most people get barred from pubs, betting shops or night clubs, I was barred from a laundrette…my crime you wonder? Melting plastic baby bibs in their big fancy driers. They were literally liquidated, told you I was a domestic goddess! To back up this fact, when our fire alarm goes off at home, my children do not panic or start running around, they just shout ‘Tea’s ready!’.

When Bek 2 arrived this week, I plugged her in and set her off only to find her bouncing across the kitchen. I was a little baffled, I mean literally vibrating like crazy, you could have sat on it and never bothered with a man again if you get my drift. Turns out there’s something called transition bolts and now they’ve been removed, she is nice and quiet and busily getting on with her work.

The washing machine turns out to be an invaluable item in the home, especially with two mucky boys. I never realised how much washing I did until this last fortnight!!
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Love J xx

P.S. Keep the 'Showing #Jack Love' pictures coming, he is loving them!! Read the story here... Showing #Jack Love

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