New washer and dryer

As if I needed another reason to not go outside, I now officially have my own washer and dryer in the apartment. The washer on the right is Bradley, and the dryer on the left is the bowman’s daughter. I don’t know who the bowman is, but that’s his daughter. Her name, in all likelihood, is Bertha. Cute couple, eh?

The only downside is, of course, that I can’t actually use them. At least not until I somehow manage to stop the cold water tube from spraying water everywhere. Loose connexion? Old washer? Damned if I know. Time to work on my plumbing skills.

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