Wahing Machine

On Sunday I put a load in the washing machine (bedding, just for the
record) and washed it. The door of the washing machine failed to
open. I tried all of the standard door opening tricks, running
another spin cycle, a rinse and spin, checking the drain pipe and
seeing if there was any liquid to drain off manually (there was only
a dribble) but to no avail.

I phoned the number of the hire company that our landlord gave us for
the electrical goods and arranged for an engineer to come tomorrow.
When I got home this afternoon, the door magically opened, only two
days late, and the company recommended running a test load which was
also fine. So it seems to be working fine now.

A fairly typical minor domestic crisis you might think. All sorted,
no harm done and no real potential of harm anyway. Hah.

Reaction of housemate R at two thirty this morning: screaming,
hitting and bashing everything in the kitchen. I was genuinely
scared and in physical fear for my safety. I locked myself in my
room and spent a very long time after she went upstairs settling
myself to sleep.

My already strong desire to get out of the house as quickly as
possible has dramatically increased and I plan on spending as little
time here as possible in the mean time, to the extent that I started
being convenience food today. Expensive yes, unhealthy yes, but at
least it gets me a solid meal (which I have been failing to have for
the best part of a fortnight now except when I eat out) with the
minimum of time out of my room.