My washing machine has a mind of it’s own. It decides when it feels like spinning or if it even wants to wash at all. *Insert sexist joke here ;)*
For a while I was washing in my bathtub using a broom handle and and the shower to do the ‘rinse cycle’. Due to it being in winter, the clothes would then take two days to dry. Especially because I usually don’t get the energy up for household chores until the afternoon, if at all. I am so glad that during this time there was no gastro bugs in the Funny Farm house.
When that got old I started leaving my washing until the weekend and doing it at DP’s house. This really put a dampner on the lay in bed hangover caused by excessive alcohol consumption ritual we had going on. I had to be all dometicated and shit.