Recently an American friend of mine told me that UK washing machines were just not up to the standard of their American counterparts. I was immediately on the defensive because 1. of all things to insult, really? washing machines? 2. I just can’t see how they would be of a different standard than American ones and 3. I think the point of comparison of your familial suburban washing machine is very different than your inner city washing machine. And I think I may just be the perfect example of that third point.
Coming back to the London and earning a very very meager salary indeed has meant that my parents have been extremely helpful with certain things. I have borrowed so much from them to furnish my apartment and when my mother said I should bring everything home to be washed (because I come home every weekend, I am not even going to pretend that I am too cool for my parents), I agreed. The thing is, whilst I am extremely lucky to have a washing machine in my apartment, it is one of those washer-dryer ones that is an all-in-one and rattles in a scary way and you can’t even fit very much in it. So, I’ve been taking my clothes home to wash in my parent’s washing machine, because the clothes are just simply cleaner. (Also, it may be important to note here that my mother does not wash my clothes, I can do that myself. Except when she gets worried I will break her nice washing machine or wants to be energy efficient and washes my clothes with her clothes. Anyway, I am actually an adult enough to do it myself).
This arrangement between my parents and I had been going great, until I decided that I would in fact use my own washing machine to wash my bed sheets, since that just seemed like a massive hassle to lug all the way back to home. I was wrong. I should have just lugged them back home. You see, the washing machine broke, mid-wash along with cutting the fuse repeatedly until I managed to turn the washing machine off. Now, this was annoying enough as it was 8:45 in the morning and had lost the light in the bathroom mid-shower and now needed to make breakfast before leaving for work but my bloody sheets were in the bloody washing machine. But, what I did not think of as I worried about how in the world I was going to get my sheets dry and not letting them become moldy in the washing machine was that was FILLED with water. So when opened the machine door to get the sheets out, all that water came out. Everywhere. It was, to say the least, very annoying.
Somehow, somehow it turned out fine. I just happened to have more sheets on the floor and towels nearby to soak up the water. (yes, I did buy new ones as soon as I could). It was just a very frustrating situation, mostly in the how-are-you-so-stupid-Anna side of things. But, to answer my American friend, my washing machine and most likely your London washing machine sucks. It’s not a British thing, it’s a small apartment and cheap landlord or property developer thing.