This was written a few weeks’ ago prior to my Dad’s stroke and here’s hoping it won’t be long before he’s fully restored to the Shelving King that we all know and love.
Mum had been soldiering on with our leaky old washing machine for the past few months and in a moment of weakness agreed that both my Dad and his allotment buddy Sid, could carry out remedial repairs.
The “repairs” took place over a week, where a vat of tea was drunk and enough sandwiches & cakes to feed 42 Commando were consumed. The defective appliance was hoisted onto its side and dismantled. At one point I was a tad worried that both technical masterminds would be unable to re-assemble the machine but my concerns were scoffed at by the Dynamic Duo. The source of the problem still hadn’t been detected so the leak continued to remain an issue. Several trips to the shed were in order followed by several tool boxes being dragged into the house. It was safe to say that the kitchen by the end of the week resembled an industrial workshop.
The amount of tea drunk necessitated a few trips to the local shop for milk and on one occasion upon my return I found both men, prostrate on the kitchen floor underneath the raised washing machine. I immediately feared the worst but as they were still in deep conversation I realised that neither had been crushed or suffered heart attacks as I had initially thought so I immediately ceased dialling the emergency services.
When Mum returned from her Women’s Institute meeting, hoping that despite the slight leak that she could still run a quick wash for her smalls. Sid roared with laughter and joked that a lifeboat would be needed to cope with the amount of water that would pump out onto the kitchen floor, indicating that there was now an even bigger problem than the original one they sought to repair.
When I opened the kitchen door next morning to discover Sid in his Welder’s mask and gauntlets on the doorstep, I knew then it was all over bar the shouting.
It goes without saying that the new washing machine will be delivered next week and installed by a professional.
Couldn’t let the opportunity pass without my own tribute to our two intrepid heroes by the much-loved actor Bernard Cribbins who some of you might remember as Mr Perks in the classic film “The Railway Children” and more recently as Wilfred Mott in “Doctor Who”.