That's right, April last year when the dryer deciding to stop in mid-dry. Since it was just as we were trying to shuffle Ma off to respite and everyone was under stress I didn't ask the BrickOutHouse to look at the machine.
He was still stressed out when she came home, still stressed all winter and then I didn't need it in summer.
The HouseBwca unscrewed the back of the machine today to see if it was just the rubberthingy that makes the machinethingy go round or something major. While she had the back off, she turned it on. Bloody rotten stinking machine purred like a kitten on catnip then took off like a Maserati on Grand Prix Day.
A whole year I have been draping washing from every available door handle and chair until I managed to swipe my Grandmother's steel twelve spoke round drying whatever which takes over the entire lounge room when it's up. It also weighs a jot less than the space shuttle but Ma didn't miss it.
By Murphy's Law, her dryer should be just about to cark it and I will have to give her mine.
Stop all this larking about with robots for housework, just install a bwca in every new home. They are cheap to keep, food, warm bed and gin. Don't sneeze on them though, they catch colds.